Oh Fatherland, oh land of mine <br />your soil in fertile fields <br />a witch, a dream's own concubine <br />rejecting wilful yields. <br />The sword, once ruler has been made <br />into a plow to care <br />for growing life, each hopeful blade <br />whose breath enriches air. <br />One day, I too shall be enshrined <br />beneath the daisies' roots, <br />and dream of times when intertwined <br />two souls did share their boots.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-day-100/
