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Yes, We Remember
By: John Kent
n Normandy's green fields where the hedgerows still run and the sands on the beaches lie quiet as air; on the bluffs stand the cross and the star white and pure; the flag of our fathers flies high in the wind.
The battlefields calling are seen by a few who have traveled so far, to set down their memories for buddies they've loved.
And each waning day, as the sea mourns alone, the soft sound of Taps flows over the fields, saying yes, we remember, the brave deeds you've done, we remember your faces eternally young. Interpretation
The poem is about World war two. During the war the Americans invaded Normandy France to help all the opposing forces against the Nazi Germans. This day is commonly known as D day. The poem is portraying how all of the soldiers went out on the beaches of Normandy and fought for what was right. That the battles are seen by few, and that we will remember all who served, now alive or dead.
Personal Connection
I chose this poem because my dad is very relatable to the war considering he was in it. My dad joined the army when he was 20 years old in 1939. My father was in the army for a long time as many things. My dad has received many medals from the war. The poem connects me and my dad because he tells me all of his amazing stories of when he was in the war. This isn’t the best kind of experience like nothing else. When he tells me these stories I really feel connected to my dad like a bond.
My Cycle, My Self
By: Debbie Scharibone
I soar away into speed's breeze, the engine's power between my knees.
The throttle trembles in my hand- at my control, at my command!
In the droning rumble of the motor's sound my problems, troubles and cares are drowned.
Nothing keeps me from the sky, and I can ride where eagles fly!
I dig my heels into the pegs; tune every muscle
'till my legs are synchronized
With my machine, to feel the
By: John Kent
n Normandy's green fields where the hedgerows still run and the sands on the beaches lie quiet as air; on the bluffs stand the cross and the star white and pure; the flag of our fathers flies high in the wind.
The battlefields calling are seen by a few who have traveled so far, to set down their memories for buddies they've loved.
And each waning day, as the sea mourns alone, the soft sound of Taps flows over the fields, saying yes, we remember, the brave deeds you've done, we remember your faces eternally young. Interpretation
The poem is about World war two. During the war the Americans invaded Normandy France to help all the opposing forces against the Nazi Germans. This day is commonly known as D day. The poem is portraying how all of the soldiers went out on the beaches of Normandy and fought for what was right. That the battles are seen by few, and that we will remember all who served, now alive or dead.
Personal Connection
I chose this poem because my dad is very relatable to the war considering he was in it. My dad joined the army when he was 20 years old in 1939. My father was in the army for a long time as many things. My dad has received many medals from the war. The poem connects me and my dad because he tells me all of his amazing stories of when he was in the war. This isn’t the best kind of experience like nothing else. When he tells me these stories I really feel connected to my dad like a bond.
My Cycle, My Self
By: Debbie Scharibone
I soar away into speed's breeze, the engine's power between my knees.
The throttle trembles in my hand- at my control, at my command!
In the droning rumble of the motor's sound my problems, troubles and cares are drowned.
Nothing keeps me from the sky, and I can ride where eagles fly!
I dig my heels into the pegs; tune every muscle
'till my legs are synchronized
With my machine, to feel the