Dunkirk
Lines of youth on forsaken beach,
waiting forlorn for an unseen saviour.
Jagged metal machines of war lying lifeless,
once proudly ridden beyond the sea.
Billows roll where bodies now loll,
turning over in crimson foam.
The living watch, all eyes upturned
where riveted winged eagles clash.
Brave lads they all though terrified,
stood somber mid the bombs fall,
and yearned for Dorset Coast
whence came an unlikely fleet.
Remember them, you lads today,
forget nought they fought again.
They once young as you,
those lines upon the beach.
Copyright © Highwave Brian | Year Posted 2017
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