Six white Swans in grace
Upon the mirrored Ammersee*,
They swim in line in ordered pace,
Serene and with dignity.
Who is the parent, who the child
Is assumed with uncertainty
As they drift along in single file
To fulfil their destiny.
Soon they pass out of sight
Towards the western shore,
As we dine and await the night
They alas are seen no more.
As morning mists clear the waters
However they reappear again in line,
Father, mother, sons and daughters;
A majestic sight before nine.
Shimmering images, now twelve,
Like the Apostles in perfection,
They bend their long necks to delve
Below that cool reflection.