On That Polished Pebbled Beach

As i look back on that Summers day in August 44 Soon to be transported back to Normandy's bloodied shores I know i will be leaving, the girl of my dreams Face to face as we say our goodbye's and tears like loving streams The day that we first met on that polished pebbled beach Her flowing blond hair and eyes of blue and complexion of ripened peach The backdrop of the waves as they echoed within my heart Rippling undulations, impart On a tartan blanket she lay whilst her siblings threw skipping stones Momentary our eyes were captured, two souls on a beach unknown As we furthered investigation, with glances of blush and stare This blond and the entranced soldier, now becoming aware Just as we finished glancing, to the waters edge we look Her sister of five years old, was caught in wave surge soak My training instincts show as i react to this little girl Inhibitions drain from my heart, postponing my previous swirl On this polished pebbled beach, a young life's barely begun Nearly taken from a family rich, on a sands where there was no gun I step back from the tartan and reflect on my tomorrows Not knowing what i walk into, to visualise hidden sorrows A changing surrounds us, where two were in captured glance Turning to this unknown soldier, and smiles with grateful please She flutters her eyelashes like butterfly wings With the grace of a Summers breeze We gather our thoughts as we look back at the stones Where living can succumb to our future and die all alone I survived the war, fortunate to return home As i think of my colleagues, who will out there forever roam