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Position:Home>Poetry> For my grandfather who died on the beaches of Normandy and was never found. JuneQuestion:Long ago and Far away theres a beach were children play it didn't feel the same that day so long ago and far way Childrens laughing turned to screams The bullets came, their barrells gleamed The young men fought the old ones dreamed It would never be the same it seemed Thunder roared and blood rained down Broken bodies scarred the ground Some were lost and never found There amoungst the burning towns Fallen children, fathers, sons never saw their battle won Never saw their fighting done Never thought to turn and run Dragons laughter, fire, roars Eternal angst of blood and wars What was all the fighting for Those who lost will fight no more Somewhere facedown in mud and clay lies a piece of me until this day fate should have spun some other way so long ago, so far away Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Long ago and Far away theres a beach were children play it didn't feel the same that day so long ago and far way Childrens laughing turned to screams The bullets came, their barrells gleamed The young men fought the old ones dreamed It would never be the same it seemed Thunder roared and blood rained down Broken bodies scarred the ground Some were lost and never found There amoungst the burning towns Fallen children, fathers, sons never saw their battle won Never saw their fighting done Never thought to turn and run Dragons laughter, fire, roars Eternal angst of blood and wars What was all the fighting for Those who lost will fight no more Somewhere facedown in mud and clay lies a piece of me until this day fate should have spun some other way so long ago, so far away Great stuff and a fitting memorial. Just two little points: bullets don't have barrels but you could just say "the barrels gleamed". Also "blood rained down" just doesn't happen but you could try "death rained down" Oh yes, do you need the next to last stanza "Dragons laughter..." what does it mean? Remember poetry is a craft as well as an art and no poet likes to leave the work less than perfectly finished. Your grandfather will be proud to be remembered by you in such fine verses. Truly, Truly fitting memorial for a brave & great man not lost to history-now & allways thanks to you.God rest your sweet Grandfather & all of the other great souls there- Peace be eternal to thee. Having known two men who were there...this is indeed, a tribute! Well done. The last stanza is very powerful. It's very human. I had a great uncle that survived D-day and he said it was the worst time of his life. |