Author: Vanderdecken
Original Thread: I'm Bored So I Write Poems

Drang Nach Osten


Drang Nach Osten

Empty land, that harkens forth

From out the lonely isle calls

The wind that blows from out the north

where wintery snow doth often fall



And here I sigh and pine and dream

Of Russia's golden wheat lined fields

And what am I to lust to this?

An unfit man to say the least

But My heart shall be forevermore

Forever East



Men can beg on city streets

They lack no kind of luck

They have shoes upon their feet

And wallow not upon the muck



Though barren work is not in tune

And I doth count my fortune bold

But other times I'm apt to think

of where the pines and furs doth blow

Where sun and light, they never cease

That's why my heart shall be forevermore



Forever East