My Silesia Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Green are the boughs near my abode
And sunlight fills my room.
Gold blossoms dropp from golden trees
And jasmine fills the air.

Yet my heart yearns for barren fields,
For cloudy skies and rain
For lonely trees of evergreen
And stumps and crags of wood.

Silesia, I long for you
Your ancient fate so cruel
The blood that drenched your stony fields
Does hallow it for sure.

Your people eked a life too harsh
Yet clung to lands so dear
A stranger's blows you suffered well
Your folk well versed in fear.

When all the battlefields lie down
And rest in peace on earth
Silesia will surely cry
'Life's nothing, if not dearth.'

Yes, boughs are green near my abode
I left that land of pain
Yet jasmine sweet and blossoms gold
Will never own my soul.