June 6th
the old men, now totter on aged cane
think and remember, when were boys, again
now lips shake from the memories
of the percussive shock waves hit
and grizzly duty shelled eyes and lives
friends, brothers for their mothers cried
long fields of well-lined stone they gate
to entrenched squalor and bravery relate
reality returns like the day it occurred
unspeakable is spoken, by tear and word
any day so etched into history
seems a dream, but to old men's memories
© Goode Guy 2013-06-08
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