Solda Poem

The valley at the end of the world,
Set almost sky-high
Is the elected Sulden.
Where once Tembl coined his guilders,
Bearing pine cones
With a hard shell,
Also beets grow there
But not each year.

You may see beautiful countries
yet cherish
the area of your beautiful home,
And your ancestor’s simple hearth.
When everything has betrayed you,
And matters are made worse
Even if the faithful turn away
Rely to your homeland.

(excerpt of “1st report of Sulden” by Curate Eller 1884)