Poetry by Luise Wolf about the cultural region of South Westphalia

Come in, everyone!

There's a lot of stuff hiding behind my door!

Much more than one would expect from the outside,

for behind the door, there is a smell of flowers,

and a little bit about cars,

What can I say, industry is not silent.

But through all the scents and some stench,

Finally, culture is emerging, thank God!

And they complement each other well, all the colorful smells,

Everything here is networked, without any radio messages!

In my apartment, life is bustling

you see it climbing up behind the window, rising up,

It is 80 kilometers long, from Siegen to Hagen,

and in my apartment there are sturdy pillars that have been supporting me for 2000 years.

There is the R and the K and the P, and around it are people,

each as unique as snow -

And we need each other, are critical and proud,

You can’t take art,

like the beetle eats wood.

You could say, my apartment has beams,

that hold them together so tightly!

My apartment is colorful and smells and doesn't really fit together.

But if you look like I did, who once recognized here,

Together we form a cultural mosaic,

So shout with me out into the Republic:

Every person is an artist here in South Westphalia,

and that's what you are, unfortunately you can't paint.