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