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Frontline
Contributed by
Immortal-Dragon21
on
Friday, 25th April 2008 @ 02:49:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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The bleached white sand, the cruel blue sea
we hit the beachhead and our feet start running,
to scramble to the closest cover and protection
like a child running to its mother,
explosions and gunfire all around me
before us stands the beach cliff,
like the walls of an impregnable fortress
men fall like plums from a tree
and the bleach white sand and cruel blue sea
turn shades of sickening red,
the sky opens up and from it black tears begin fall
creeping back now to the arms of grieving loved ones,
loved ones never again to come home
never to tell of the horrors and atrocities witnessed
to lay to rest the ghosts of the past
among the fields of poppies and bring honor to there memory
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Immortal-Dragon21
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2008-04-25 02:49:52] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Frontline
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lenny_Gazbowski on
Friday, 25th April 2008 @ 04:52:44 AM AEST (User
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a fitting tribute. superb use of imagery. My Father served in WWII, and would have appreciated your poem if he were still alive today. |
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