As far as the eye can see,
dotted with chiseled teeth that jut through the verdure
vanish over the wilted slopes fade into the horizon.
Dead twigs trapped in wrought iron arms
rustle in the forlorn zephyr trapping
wayward leaves on bronze
That designate where valor lies.
Worn flags, stiff with age,
quiver like the hearts of caged doves
Red poppies in the common droop,
overcome by the copper scent that fills the
fields of treasure that flourish here forever,
As far as the eye and beyond.