It was there in the East,
Where the soil is sand
And dry pine and scrub oak
Thrive among the brem
And sparse coarse heide;
I heard them whisper--

Those who paid the greatest price
Those who made the sacrifice.

Oh, I'd heard the story,
Knew facts and figures from school,
Seen technical maps,
Heard survivor witnesses--
But in the old dunes
In dust and spotty shade--

I felt that blood that paid the price
And heard the voice of sacrifice.

05/19/2008

Author's Note: Processed W.W.II impressions in the Veluwe

Posted on 05/19/2008
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