Travel Visions

An opulence of travel visions:
Paris, London, Lisbon, Prague,
beauty rampant with history and art.

Yet etched forever in my mind
the beaches and cross-crowned cliffs
along the shores of Normandy.

A cliff face sheering from the ocean,
Pointe du Hoc, where army Rangers
climbed point blank into German guns.

Now, just empty bunkers on pitted earth
and beaches, wave washed innocent,
below silent sentinels left behind.

Row on row of small white crosses
guarding fields of blood-rich ground,
Old Glory whipping, snapping in the wind.

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About Eileen

Mother of five, grandmother of eleven, great-grandmother of seven, 1955 -1959 Rice University in Houston, TX. Taught primary grades; Was Associate Post Director of Religious Education at Ft. Campbell, KY; Consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator; Presently part time Administrative Assistant/Bookkeeper for Architect husband of fifty-seven years. Blog: Laughter: Carbonated Grace

Posted on September 18, 2012, in Spiritual, Travel and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Can appreciate the observations of Normandy Beach. Have been there, too. My Mom’s uncle landed there; today he has serious hearing issues and doesn’t talk about the experience.

  2. A truly powerful image.

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