Of all the beaches I like to walk
with my grandson Vinhie, it is Omaha Beach,
so quiet and wide
beautiful panorama,
the sky looks like a painting,
light-blue skies with dark gray tufts
of the approaching storm in between,
I have to get back to the car with Vinhie
before the storm hits Omaha Beach.....
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All rights Reserved
Wednesday 26 August 2020
Omaha Beach,
Normandy,
France
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On Omaha Beach you have walked with your grandson with memorable mood and your nice experience you have expressed here. Before the storm hits, definitely you have to go back to car with your grandson and you should go to safer place. This poem is very amazing and excellently penned...10