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Omaha Beach

Contributed by ArezzoSunrise on Wednesday, 27th December 2006 @ 12:28:42 AM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems



The time covered house had grass to the sills
Work he laid down as a man
Instead of a shredded curtain of life
They ground down to dust from the sand
Of Omaha Beach and the red water tide
Burns marks on each of his hands
He talked about it once like I didn't know why

There were scars on each of his shins

Under a better days sun he worked till she called him in
Still youth in his laugh and that poor man's smile
Before he learned what gunpowder could do to your skin
And some look at pictures and say he's just a kid
But kids can cry
And he never did
He hid the shake in his hands like I didn't know why

His medals were in a box in the shed

The lucky ones went home to have these medals to loath
Have all these bullet-holed feelings they never can show
I know he remembered the men he'd always called friends
Remembered how to the right and the left they fell like coke cans
And the rest of his life his voice had this tone
Like no matter how much he'd talk you'd never quite know
And so I'll be his grandson to write him bad poems
Because I remember the good side he saved just for me
And I remember the squeek of the metal they put in his knee
The life that he lost

That day on the beach




Copyright © ArezzoSunrise ... [ 2006-12-27 00:28:42]
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Re: Omaha Beach (User Rating: 1 )
by Balmain_Tiger on Wednesday, 27th December 2006 @ 05:32:06 AM AEST
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Yes war is a *****! and then remains the respect and love for those that faught. Very good feeling for it thanks for sharing


Re: Omaha Beach (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Wednesday, 27th December 2006 @ 07:31:35 PM AEST
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This is a deep and respectful recollection, not just of your grandfather but of that generation of young men who went to war and came back scarred and traumatised. Some great phrasing in here -'red water tide,' 'bullet-holed feelings' . Bits and pieces of this could be trimmed, but overall an emotional and compelling tribute.

S


Re: Omaha Beach (User Rating: 1 )
by midnight_writer on Thursday, 28th December 2006 @ 02:44:16 PM AEST
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wow, you really are just started on here - but, nonetheless, great way to start out.

i loved it, the emotions felt for him...the flow of rhythm of it all.

great write

midnight~amaya




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