Stormbreaker

The once sleek lines of this defender of the nation Now rusting and tired in a forgotten heap. Where once it braved angry storms and gunfire Now defeated by little more than dripping rain This once brave warrior, fearless in the fray Lies impotent now a forgotten shell Rotten timbers are it’s gravestone It’s victories little more than a distant memory Time and again it charged the enemy Time and again it pounded against angry shores Caring not for itself it battled for others On those distant shores of Normandy. Far from home yet for itself it cared not a jot Through thunder shot and fire it pounded ever onwards. Battle scarred and weary it turned for home Still fighting on through dark angry waves. Once in safe harbour it’s burdens released It’s job done, it’s battles all won For Stormbreaker now it’s days were all gone Retired to the scrapyard a pile of old junk. ©Michael Birchmore 2013