She plants the seeds and crops by hand
Babe in a basket by her side
A girl in braids goes for a ride
As her brave soldier fights so grand.
The war goes not as Prussia
Her friends all flee by sea or land
But she remains and plans to hide on Prussian plains.
The Russians come and seize her land
Force her to roam with babes in hand
They beg for food but are denied
Then comes the news her husband died
They even take her wedding band
On Prussian plains.
(Dedicated to my husband's Oma, Elfriede Neumann, July 20, 2006.)
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