- Contributed by
- honeysucklerose
- Location of story:
- Normandy beaches, June 6th 1944 and June 6th 2004
- Article ID:
- A2762705
- Contributed on:
- 19 June 2004
My daughter, aged 33, watched the BBC coverage of the D-Day anniversary and was moved by the sight of the veterans to write this poem.
OMAHA
Seas of white crosses
Stretching for miles
Memories of heroes who lost their lives
On that fateful day
They had come so far,
Blood on the beach, Slaughter at Omaha.
Many never reached the sands
Fear in their eyes
Guns in their hands.
Destined to a watery grave
Forever young, forever brave.
No-one can thank them
For the sacrifice they made
For a better today, for the price they paid.
Many had never left home before
But would never again step back through their door.
Never forgotten as they lie side by side
June 6th 1944, together they died.
We'll always remember the sadness they saw
Slaughter at Omaha, the horror of war.
Today, a beach that stretches for miles
Calm and still, clear blue skies.
Nothing to hear but the ripple of the sea
A beautiful, peaceful place to be.
Sharon Jensen.
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