D-Day Outlier Poems

THINKING YOU’RE NEAR 

In the lap of the waves
I hear your voice

On the incoming breeze
I feel your fear

In the holidaying children
I weep for your loss

With the passage of years

Betrayal has snared us

Yet set fair in my heart
Unforgotten. 

ON THE BEACH I HEAR YOU CALLING 

While on this beach the children play
Let us honour the day

While fond life has moved on
Here met Death many a son

My sad voice calls loudly 

Remembering proudly

Come wind, come tide
Let my frail voice bestride

On the beach I hear you calling
From that honoured time appalling.