Axis & Allies - damowords

The Longest Day
The breath of morning bursts between the drape,
Atomies dancing in a budding beam,
Frau Rommel felt a nuzzle at the nape,
Made love to her chosen in a half‐dream;
His love fashions
The vestments of their core…
Firm knocking bursts passions, their young son at the door...
All the world gain’d confirmation
That the invasion was on,
ʺGreat & timely operation!ʺ
Say the newsmen of London,
ʺSevʹral miles of penetration,”
Charlie thought of his son,
“Longissimus dies cito conditur!”
He told his wife, mother & young daughter.
From starry cirque, arcane séance,
Fredaʹs fair spirit flew
To distant France, her mystic trance
Merged with the milky view
Of Patrick resting by roadside, ʺHeʹs reyt, ʹee will pull thru.ʺ
Burnley
June 6th
1944
Beach=head
Commanders relax on the Augusta,
Soothʹd by the narthex of the evening star,
The bridgehead secured in hard‐fought order,
The British beaches linking with Utah;
Confidence high
Replaced the dayʹs frayʹd nerves,
The Allies shall supply the war at those thin curves.
From the beach at La Madelaine
Shall venture Liberty Road,
The mulberries are floated in
With many a bulging load,
Amid the gruff, curse‐pepperʹd din
Thes vital piles are stored,
Food for the armies of the Alliance,
To fuel their progress thro the fields of France.
As Welshmen marchʹd to Agincourt
& Scotsmen Fontenoy,
Within this awesome seat of war
Canadians deploy,
To live or die in Europe in imperial employ.
La Deliverande
June 6th
1944