Valley of crosses,
Valley of the losses -
Why this sadness?
Mother Huertgen, are you listening?
Do you feel the warming breeze?
Do your hills resound with whistling
Where boys tramp with naked knees?
Hush, be still, my sons are sleeping,
They are tired of the war,
Flowers grow, but they are weeping.
Naked knees they'll see no more.
~~~ Andrew Fetler ~~~