RED BEACH
Leading to the beach is a lane, White powdered, rutted and confined by walls Of drystone. Laden almond trees hang down, And the peasants tend the melon-plants below. There was a sniper in those woods two months ago, And burnt out tanks were half across the way ; But now a donkey cart, lurching in clouds of dust, •. Is all that passes with its load of hay."
In the woods the birds are singing Where the bullets sang then. The green crickets cry Where the bull-dozers churned, and the dry Lane was spattered with wet, crimson flowers When the Stukas dived.
—By
from “ Verses From Italy,” a Three. Arts Club Publication.
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Korero (AEWS), Volume 3, Issue 1, 12 February 1945, Page 9
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112RED BEACH Korero (AEWS), Volume 3, Issue 1, 12 February 1945, Page 9
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