SEVEN DECADES LAYERED (Aniversary Of The Invasion Of Normandy)

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JOURNAL # 41

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.

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