It is rare that I come across a poem that enthralls me as much as this poem did. Kim Wheeler Is a talented writer and a friend of mine. I am simply sharing a piece from her that I believe the world should see. However you remember our fallen heroes today, let this poem be a part of it.
The Sixth of June
By Kim Wheeler
Metal water horses trot on surf of midnight-black azure
Their load as precious to their host as any that has gone before
They go to liberate a coast that many trod not on thus far
But country bids them so to do and hence they land upon the shore
Their welcome takes them by surprise, all hell around is blast and din –
And groan and yell and wail and bang, but even so they falter in.
Their courage soars, at thought they may put to an end this troubled tune –
But barrage greets their valour. They will not forget this sixth of June.
As comrades fall, they venture on and run for any cover hence
They trip upon what can’t be named and falter on the bared-wire fence.
The carnage seems interminable, they run and run and stumble on.
Though sparks of what they’ve seen today, will never from their minds be gone.
The sanguine soldiers that remain, secure a post, then two, then three
And after what seems like a lifetime, take a beach in victory.
As beaches, bridges, strongholds fall; they march on through the foreign mire
They stop not long, but venture on, remembering their hearts desire -
To return home, to be with kin, to force upon their foe, a peace.
To lay down arms, to breath the air that only comes with sacrifice.
Their orders passed, their task is done, and heroes all, they return home
And for their forfeit, quiet prayer and knowledge they are not alone.
Imaginative imagery by artist Pat Presley.
Go make another claim
Don’t forget to take the blame.
Or knock on more doors.