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Giant wheel turning by the steady trickle of cascading water
Every full cup dragging the heavy cast iron monster forward
Splashing water sending ripples across the deep dark pond
Moss covered stones testimony to the many passing years
Imagine back many years to different times, troubled times
Laying on the grassy bank listening to this soothing sound
Marines resting in preparation for the battle facing them
Young men so far from home nervous, but hiding it well
Normandy beaches won't deliver this perfect peace
Many will never return but those that do will never forget
Forget the living hell they would battle through
Nor forget the peaceful welcome still here at Beech Hill


By Gerry Temple
copyright October 2009