he spoke of shadows rhyming
and archways crumbling
under the weight of their own
massive height
a near autistic philosopher
seemed he to me
a paradigm off course of
its intended flight
white sparrows march
mockingbirds so haunted
fully recanted
but from where that stoic
figure stood back then
everything became so utterly
unenchanted
no hallowed ground
had yet to be allotted
nor yet any full peace plan
of rebuilding likely significantly
plotted
the great war on that other day
was in its infancy of victory
when any celebration seemed
like foul language spoken to his
heart still so very jaded
so much death atop
even more destruction
his youth compromised
by the lure of patriotism's
all clawing seduction
seepage of emotions drained
from a face reflecting all the
hell and its hand puppets
such prior innocence had seen
a thankful hardened survivor now
here today stands he
observing with the distance of
'Seven Decades Layered'
the waves batter the pristine shores
of what was once labeled
'Bloody Omaha' beach
nuzzling the peaceful bluffs now
of Normandy, France...............
(June 7, 2014 705am )
Author's Notes/Comments:
written to commemorate yesterday the 70th anniversary of the actual invasion of Normandy. I watched last night on NBC a special hosted by Brian Williams titled Journey Back To Normandy I believe and in that hour long program they followed four military men back to Normandy for the 70th anniversary and two of the men had never been back since they left as servicemen. This poem is a dedicated composite of their stories along with some memories I have of an old gentleman who use to come into a store I worked in way back in the early 1990's and the many stories he told me of his time in the south pacific. We as a nation should stand forever grateful in the long tall shadow of these men's personal sacrifice and service to our country. I know I remain ever grateful to them. IF you have not done so and can then please go stand in Arlington National Cemetary and you have an inkling of just how much it does cost to be free. So, so many died in so very many wars. A lump rises in your throat of such humble thankfulness that you find you can't speak for awhile but just look on in absolute stunned awe. May God bless all our men and women in all the armed services past and present.