As far as the eye can see,
dotted with cracked teeth that jut through the verdure
adorning the slopes that vanish over the horizon,
twigs caught in the twine of wrought iron arms
rustle in the forlorn zephyr trapping leaves on bronze plate
that designate where valor lies.
Worn flags, stiff with age, quiver in the breeze like
the hearts of caged doves.
Red poppies in the common droop,
overcome by the scent of copper that fills the air over fields
of treasure that flourish forever, far as the eye and beyond.