D-day 75 years on - in Houghton Hall Park

On the park's green-sworded beach,

the blood red remembrance

of another beach,

in another place,

at another time,

is proclaimed and honoured.

Seventy-five years on,

in this quiet place,

the cacophony of war

is not forgotten

amongst

birdsong fan-fared peace.

Fallen seeds flourish

here.

Fallen lives perished

there:

pollarded family trees,

unmade love,

unfinished stories,

strewn in the waves

of a foreign beach

on the longest,

longest,

day.