08/05/2025
V E Day 80
The Beaches
A thankful prayer we say,
For your bravery, on that day.
80 years have passed us by.
But we wont forget the souls that died.
Upon the beaches, bathed with sand
you clambered through cold seas to land,
what horrors bathed the view for you?
Bloody war.
Did you close your eyes
To keep the horrors at bay?
As your body trembled,
fear hidden beneath the cold wet uniform that you wore with pride.
What brave men to dare embark,
with the rising of the Lark.
How must your hearts have felt that day.
Thoughts abound within young minds,
Of home, of loved ones, far away,
as death approached them.
guns of war.
Their lives so young,
would be no more
No kisses from a sweetheart.
No child to wish goodnight.
No summers in the garden,
No winters in the snow,
for death befell the chosen.
The lord called for them that day.
He knew only they were worthy
to knock at heavens door.
Now when the fields of war do bloom,
Our heroes we can see,
they are the blood red poppies,
abundant wild and free.
Keep you tears inside your heart,
there can never be enough,
but remember how brave our heroes were,
when they stepped out at sea,
for our tomorrow's they gave their lives, they ensured that we were free.
Amen
