A Pleasant Walk On the Beach
We stepped down from our comfortable bus,
Strong winds whipping the flags to attention.
We walked across a narrow parking lot
Along a narrow path towards the sea,
Just a quiet group of tourists,
Only the crunch of shoes on gravel,
On a cool spring day.
Grassy mounds lie as far as the eye can see
Remains of shell craters not yet erased
By years of wind and rain,
The marching of visitors’ feet,
And the passing of the years.
Concrete bunkers still stand watch out to sea
Skeletal tangles of rusted steel reinforcements
With here and there a bullet hole,
Awaiting their eventual demise,
When the constant sea erodes their foundations,
And they fall away before the waves’ invasion.
This was the last sight for so many,
Germans looking out across the rocky beach,
And Allied soldiers staring in fear
Towards where we now stand
With our cameras and cellphones.
So many graves, marked and not
Hallow this ground.
So let us never forget
The heavy price that was paid
For our pleasant walk
On the beach.
Copyright © Robert Grappel | Year Posted 2017
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