Omaha Beach Cemetery
In rank upon rank the white crosses all stand
Facing homeward beneath the beloved old band
Where the guns and the planes and the cannons once roared
Now a garden of trees reaches down to the shore
From the cities and farms and the towns they were sent
From their wives and their parents and children they went
For they so loved their country that for her they left
On an alien shore they gave her their last breath
Now the crosses all stand tall and straight on the field
For the men there that fell since they would never yield.
No comments:
Post a Comment