Thank you
These dunes have been draped with flesh,
some on summer days surrendering to lovers
some under the gun by blood brothers.
The days between then and now are in the sand,
each footprint, each drop of joy and blood still here.
Children rush the shoreline chased by foamy waves.
We built monuments and carved men’s names
where beautiful children share happy games.
Beyond the cries of men marooned
we hear our children play,
these landing grounds that guts festooned
are their's again this day.
Thank you...
David RL Moore
Sat 8th Jun 2024 08:39
Thanks for commenting Martin and thanks for the recent likes.
David