Poetry

On the Beach

By 19th November 2013December 9th, 2019No Comments

It wasn’t a day at the seaside
Or a ride on a merry-go-round
But allied troops on the landings
On Normandy’s deadly ground

Bodies littered the beaches
Brought down in a hail of lead
The cries of the wounded pierced the air
As many lay dying or dead

They died on the beaches so we could live
They died so that we could be free
They died to rid the world of a monster
They died to save you and me

But for those gallant, courageous young men
The devil himself would have won
But for the sacrifice made on the beaches
By many a husband and son

I hope and I pray to heaven above
That their sacrifice wasn’t in vain
The world was saved from a terrible fate
From a man completely insane

Remember the fallen all over the world
For peace and for freedom they died
Remember the Normandy landings
With bodies washed clean by the tide

Remember the fear that they must have felt
Remember their feelings of dread
Remember them all at that terrible time
As the water and beaches turned red

David Thompson

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