The fallen tree

6^th June 2017 (6 pm) The fallen tree

This evening, whilst out walking the dog,

I saw some poppies in a field;

I looked at them and thought for a while

Of a long ago war and millions killed.

Further on, at the edge of the wood,

I came across a fallen tree;

I pondered the random power of storms

And then another thought came to me…….

On this day in June; 1944

Men ran forth into hostile fire;

On a Normandy beach

Some breathed their last

Amidst bullets, shells,

And barbed wire.

I stood by the tree, and reflected

On soldiers deaths untimely met.

Sometimes, in the simplest of ways,

Nature reminds us, lest we forget.