In Honor of Those Who Gave their Lives at Normandy
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
above 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.
Posted on June 6, 2017, in B4Peace, cost of war, Death, historical perspective, peace, Spiritual, Suffering, Travel, violence and tagged blood rich beaches, cost of war, D Day, Normandy, Old Glory, pointe du Hoc, WWII. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.