Gedicht Gedicht “Der Lehmer Razejung” Über die Razejungen:
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Verfasst von Jürgen Hopff Wenn Wenderzaid unn de Arwed wor mau                                                                                                                     Unn er moost onnerhalle Kind un Frau,                                                                                Wor er sich fir et Mesttroohn net zo schad,                                                                                  Dann had er jemacht säin Raz parad.                                                                                              Met der had er dann jetrohn de Dung,                                                                                                 Dat wor die Arwed vom Razejung. Befir er de Offtrach hat anjehollt,                                                                                             Wollt er och wesse, bi der Rubel rollt,                                                                                        Unn hat ausjehanneld met demm Winzer janz klar,                                                                                  Fir dat häidie Mesttrohn dat Honnorar.                                                                                         Denn jede Wingert hat annere Schikane,                                                                                      Bat de als Razejung firher konnst net ahne. Wor de Offstiech en de Wingert oft unbequem,                                                                    Iwer Felse, Jeröll oder matschije Lehm                                                                                           Iwer Pettscher unn Treppcher onner aller Sau,                                                                              De Buckel voll Mest unn de Loft wor rau.                                                                            Erstaunlich ess et häid noch un unerklärlich,                                                                                Bo de Razejung herjeloff es, wor oft jefährlich. Ess er dann anjelangt  in de owerschde Kuhr                                                                          Met 40 Kilo Mest, batt wor dat en Tortur.                                                                                Janz owe  off de Moselhöhen                                                                                                     Joft belohnt met em Ausblick, wor dat su scheen.                                                                    Doch fir der scheene Blick wor nix zo kaafe,                                                                                Er moost fir näi zo lade widder runner laafe.                                                                                   Die vollständige PDF-Fassung