D Day

Vast field of lonely soldiers graves
Grown over with grass and clover
They are gone, their country saved
Young flowers, their ghost still hovers

Today clouds fill the morning sky
Green vernal spring seems so sad
Tears swell in old veteran's eyes
Here to honor these fallen lads

Broken hearts of dads and mothers
Barely children they gave their all
Forget not these sons and daughters
Brave soldiers of freedoms call

Hear the trumpet play the taps
Say a prayer with a tear shed
Let the flags fly half mast
We honor their life's and deaths

Buried on foreign soil
Name after name, row after row
Gone from this mortal coil
Covered by grass, rain and snow

The guns of D Day are now silent

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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