The Heroes

Isidor Schneider

This is the procession of heroes.
Tall and stately they are,
And their feet are hard
And crush the flowers.
So have they gone through the ages-the heroes;
Heads lifted into a heaven
Where their eyes could mix with the visions.
But forever their hard feet
Trod the flowers under.
Yesterday my friend joined the procession.
These are his feet that you hear on the road.
They are tramping the flowers under.