The Shores of Normandy
An opulence of travel visions:
Paris, London, Lisbon, Prague,
beauty rampant with history and art.
Yet etched forever in my mind
the cross-crowned cliffs and beaches
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,
its 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, 2019, in B4Peace, cost of war, historical perspective, Loss and tagged blood rich shores of Normandy, invasion of Normandy, rows of small white crosses, those left behind. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.