6th 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.