The bloody beach
Of Normandy
Calls him back
One last time
Old age it deems
He sees
Friends resting places
Gravestones side by side.
The memories
Of that landing
Now blood
Has washed away
The guts
The pain
The madness
He has the need to say.
If I ever
In a brightening dawn
Or sunset in
The sky
Pay homage to
The fallen
Still
I wonder why.
I lived
When my brothers
Died
Upon that fateful day
Blood spilled
Upon that beach
So far, so far
Away.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
It’s tough all around for the soldiering kind. Thanks for giving voice to this 🙏🏻🕊️
thanking you
You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
This poem makes clear the devastation of war and the question that occurs to survivors. Well written and heartfelt
very kind, thanks
Great write
thanking you
You're welcome
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