Desert sand beneath me
Soaking up the blood
Thinking of my children
Brighton beach
My wife
My life.
A day out in peacetime
Ice cream
Summer sun
Before a madman
Started war
Now it has begun.
My life ebbs
Slowly from me
Upon a foreign land
Remembering that
Family day out
Upon Brighton sand.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Remembering the family, while defending the nation,touching and poignant, where was the sand, I have never seen any, enjoyed the read
youre very kind, thanks
You are very welcome
And mocking seagulls !
yep, seagulls always mock
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