Time too slow

To Those Who Fell On France's Shore

With spirits high
all fear appressed
With fiercer mind,
impatient,
and willing to die
They rushed ashore
on France's shore
while billows fell
with dreadful sound
covering the cries
of those who died
and of the wounded
left behind.
Hour by hour
the number grew,
of those who slept
the eternal sleep,
beside the sea
and beneath a sky
which ceased to smile
on that bleak day.
A deep distress
humanized my soul,
such sight I had never
witnessed before.
And on they came,
again, again,
their courage high
and unafraid
with only one thought
in their mind
To once again
set my France free.
The thought constrained
their tired faces
and blinded them
to time and places
as forward
they kept marching on
courageous and in unity
to fulfil their destiny.
In trust that good would fall
at last in France for all
And as I stand once more
on France's sandy shore
I remember the sacrifice
of body, will and soul
of all of those
who fought and died
on my free France's shore.