This green grass glistening at us gleefully gaze
With life restored this dawn of time
Their tasty bodies tilt our minds
To think that sleep they never saw
When icy winter starred its gaze
At all who hailed the winters breath.
This lawn at least should noble feel
As from nipples gallant, their lips were planted
To tap their milk to make their green
As this day with pride, we hail this scene
And the noble teats that gave their milk
Were noble twice and gallant thrice.
What fountains pure their hearts did spill
Blood red and ripe their bodies poured
That nourished well this radiant lawn
Those gallant lads and men its source
Of who was told on plaques and stones
Of whom the birds in melodies sang.
In tunes and songs that sway our ears
Of them, they’re might the echoes rhymed
That live to tell their sons unborn
What noble cause their blood was spilled
For what cause they fought their very last
To save their glorious motherland
1987 Dedicated to a second world war battle ground monument in Moscow
Russia
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