A few years ago in November I penned a poem titled 'Flanders Fields'.
Today, as hundreds gather once again on the golden sands of Normandy beaches, and beneath pools of light that stream through the stained glass windows of churches across the countries, I would like to share an edited version of this poem, as a small personal tribute in honour of the memory of the fallen, and the veterans of D-Day, 70 years ago today.
The Men of D-Day
A minute’s silence, thought and prayer,
Means so much to those who care.
Remembering the people called to arms,
To save their country from terrible harm.
sleep where they fell, England
With Allied soldiers who died as well.
The names of the missing, engraved on stone,
Where Soldier’s spirits still do roam.
Beneath the French and
A grieving mother stands and cries,
Remembering the face of her only son,
One of millions who died too young.
Where gunfire sounded and cannons roared,
And between the bombs the skylarks soared,
Now gentled sea washes clean the sand
Whilst shoulder to shoulder hand in hand.
Allied flags like soldiers stand.
Poppies amongst the gravestones grow,
A vast sea of crosses, row upon row.
In the gathering dusk the Last Post sounds,
A single wreath lies upon the ground.
And voices echo above the wind and waves,
That well known promise, that heartfelt phrase.
“We will remember them come what may”
Our heroes of the beaches, the men of D-day.
Words and Images Copyright Sophie-May Lewis (SophiEco Wild)