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A day at the beach...

A day at the beach...

This is a place of tranquillity, a place where you soak up the burning sun
This is a place of loving families
Where smiles are shared in tons
Beach balls in the air give a joyful children's eclipse
This is a place where dreams are nurtured and histories are cherished

Let's go to the beach...

Travel across in a war lord metal casket
Knowing it's the enemy that's being sheltered
Nerves are transcending into quick triggers
The horror bestowed on them was unforgiving

They witnessed the allied invasion that stimulated death
Eisenhower and Montgomery wearing the national crest
Where is the loving arms from their mothers and fathers
Instead racking up the numbers of homeless son's and daughter's

Tears trailing white silk skin against the glorified black polish
The sea blending into a blood orange from the dying frozen bodies
Bullets flying, piercing poetic soldiers, grasping their last letters to home
Young men screaming their endless fears that they are never again seeing their mum

Shell's buried in the sand as a ghostly heroic treasure
Teenage dreams became a sandy beach bloody massacre
A metal detector sweeps across to pick up machine gun trophies
White stones laid on the ground reminds families they died hopelessly

Like a message in a bottle
His body was in a coffin
His letter read,
Sorry if I end up in a box
Shed little tears mother,
It was my choice
So when the time comes
Fill the streets with your flagged togetherness
Party like you have earned the right to live free
When I look down on you
Each year I'll witness rejoice
For my trip to the beach
Was my choice...

Mother, now you can see...
I fought for people's freedom
At the beach of Normandy...Xx

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Tony Taylor

You can tell this is a truly inspired write!!.......I like the way you used a kind of prologue at the beginning, ending in ~ " Let's go to the beach "......which sets up the rest of the poem beautifully....... the way you used the soldiers 'letter writing' as a theme within that helps with the continuity of the whole...... and just filled with excellent imagery that paints the horror of war..... and in this case one of the bloodiest encounters the world has ever known...... as soon as I saw the picture I knew it was NORMANDY...... those images will always be so vividly etched into my memory banks by all the films and books that have tackled this subject matter!!.... you did a stellar job with this WAYNE!!......I can see why you said to me. "Say at the beach"....... Wow!!.... you've really been tackling some powerful subject matter of late......ALL STARS!!....... great work my friend!!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  ~ " When I look down on you
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Each year I'll witness rejoice
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  For my trip to the beach
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Was my choice "

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Beautifully penned!

Wayne Stubbs

Wow!! Thanks ever so much Tony, yeah I just had to give you a heads up, thanks for pinpointing a certain section, you are awesome brother haha, I like to tackle or write about challenging subjects, to me that's what gives me excitement while writing, I know I write about quite an assortment of things but that keeps it interesting for me, thanks for pointing this out brother!! โ˜ฎ๐Ÿ’“ Tony ๐Ÿ˜Š

Cherie Leigh

Hi Wayne...This is NOT a typical day at the beach....no way!ย  Not the kind of vacation I would want.....ridiled with bullet shells!ย  History should never be forgotten so we can learn from it...Normandy will never be forgotten.ย  Great portrayal. xo Cherie

Wayne Stubbs

Yeah, I started off trying to get people thinking that it was going to be a nice day at the beach, then put a patriotic/historic twist on it, and then a togetherness of a son and mother, I really enjoyed writing this,ย 
thank you Cherie for your lovely comment and you are so right,ย 
times like this should never be forgotten ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’“

Wayne Stubbs

Wow! Thanks ever so much for your inspiring comment Lisa ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’“

Dean Kuch

Hey, Wayne.
The Allies themselves appeared on the beaches of Normandy, just like a surpriseย storm.

โThe sea blending into a blood orange from the dying frozen bodies.โž โ†’Temperatures were in the middle to upper 50s when Allied troops stormed the Normandy beaches in northwestern France during the early morning hours of June 6, 1944, Wayne. An afternoon weather observation from the beach indicated mainly sunny skies, northwest winds around 15 mph and a temperature of 59 degrees. Having said that I'm not too sure where the "frozen bodies" reference comes into play. Unless you meant frozen with fear.

There are few participants remaining from the "Greatest Generation."
We all owe them so much and poems like yours ensure their sacrifices are never forgotten.
~Dean Kuch

Wayne Stubbs

Thanks very much Dean, to your question, yes frozen with fear, hence the nerves, tears, witnessing the bloody massacre invasion...
sorry if it was a little vagueย 
and of course the sacrifices they made should never be forgotten,ย 
thanks very much for a great detailing comment ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ‘

Dean Kuch

You're more than welcome, Wayne. It is an exceptional poem.
Keep up the great writing!
~Dean ใƒ„

Wayne Stubbs

Thanks very much Dean, I will ๐Ÿ‘โ˜ฎ