Mavis Grind

A narrow road
Between sea and ocean
The green hills roll
Away from the rocky shore

Viking footsteps were laid here,
Crossing o’er land
Skirting the perils of the waves,
In days of yore

Remnants of battle
Near the shallow waters
Sentinels still, with tales untold
Of how man went to war

The tank traps sit,
Silent, cold, wet and mossy...
Yet we are still no wiser
That we should fight no more.

Kira Braun