The sun spreads over the green land.
Red deer come down to the plains
where the fireweed grows.
Sage and skullcap appear in the woods.
The flags change colour on the flagpoles
and are folded away under wedding dresses.
Phosphorus bursts bloom above the hills.
Wooden crosses sprout in the wheat fields
below the ancient stone castles.
The soldiers march back through the land.
The roads moving to the click of their feet.
The dust lifting in low clouds.
Occasionally mines take away their boots.
Green faces swell like melons
amidst the elderflower and eyebright.
In the clover-grass the peasants find
black helmets that contain rain.
With an ancient patience they watch.
The sun rolls through the sky,
indifferent to the shiny soft boots
lying crooked beside the road