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Post by Mindy Kinney on Aug 6, 2009 3:09:16 GMT -5
This poem was written shortly after my visit to Omaha Beach on Easter Sunday 1999. The Second version was written to fulfill a length requirement in my 11th grade Creative Writing class. I prefer the shorter version. This was also the third poem (and second complete original) I wrote. The beaches of Normandy are shades of Gray Like the area before the blackness of death envelopes you. The ghosts of the many dead surround the ruins of another gray which serve as a reminder of the battle between good and evil which is fought everyday on many fronts in each of our souls
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Post by Mindy Kinney on Aug 6, 2009 3:09:49 GMT -5
The beaches of Normandy are shades of Gray Like the area before the blackness of death envelopes you. The ghosts of the many dead surround the ruins of another gray which serve as a reminder of the battle between good and evil which is fought everyday on many fronts in each of our souls loves were lost as the dying soldiers whispered their sweethearts' names as there life escaped them the line between true loves hearts never broke though life ended love could not it was lost for a time sorrow started to gnaw on that line but it could not, would not break it was covered up buried, put aside, but never broken or at least it should not be but true love is fleeting it will pass as love for one, replaces another
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