Letter to the Editor: Crimson color

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.


Debbie Hilton

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