Suffolk, England, dreams

Childhood memories faded with such length of time.

Sandy beaches so few to share north sea breeze

never strong to stir the sails, longshore men past their prime,

shared our beer and told us tales, to make blood freeze.

Suffolk endless open sky flows around each thought,

timeless vista bright with glow, Gods cathedral wrought in blood.

So peaceful now but both Celt and Saxon swore and fought,

to breath this air and fish this sea, to gain bovine milk while at the cud.

We play and tease the young, sup ale and dine on toast,

castles in sand, twigs for a masts, shapes so vague but so pure.

Peace we feel, smile to hope it lasts, so recent death flew close,

brave men in slender craft, took bombs to end war with a cure.

The bombers went to darken skies, with noise and men

so many failed to return to Suffolk shore, to these our praise we pen.