The sands were once stained with red
From the blood our soldiers unselfishly shed
To defend and protect our beloved homeland
From the dark and vicious enemy’s hand
It’s from their sacrifice the sands now glisten with gold
Bearing history’s stories, many untold
Sparkling ‘neath the suns’ golden rays
Dwelling now in peaceful days.
The sights and sounds of war
Just echoes and shadows from the past
The red stains thankfully, not long to last
Except in the aftermath of war’s catastrophe
The crimson-stained corners of memory
Where the crimson color still
Runs strong and free.
NEVER FORGOTTEN
Debbie Hilton
Felton
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