The white cliffs of Dover
The White cliffs of Dover
Places gain value when you are surrounded by war. The World War one and the World War two soldiers dreams of coming home. The white cliffs of Dover, when they saw them. They knew home was near. Home, sweet home. I saw the white cliffs of Dover in 1977. I could feel the joy of men here and gone. So many wonderful poems for the white cliffs of Dover. Words, written to honor her and England.
The white cliffs of Dover, the first marker of home, sweet home was near. A thousand soldiers cheered when they saw the white cliffs. They had fought in land drowning in blood and they left many brothers on foreign soil. War left no sweetness for them.
They needed to touch the England shores, kiss the soil and praise the land. The white cliffs of Dover welcomed them home with open arms and in a quiet whisper. Broken or not. She embraced them and she thanks them for serving and protecting freedom.
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The Tennessee river
We spend one year in the Kuwait heat and dust. Damn desert, no trees, no water and hot as hell. We are surrounded by sand and garbage.
My friend Bill told me often. Soon I will leave this place and I will return to Tennessee. I will be home in late Spring. I will take a 30 day leave and all I will do is fish in the Tennessee river. Drink some cold beer and I won’t never complain
about the Tennessee weather. Rain or shine. I will be thankful to be home.
Coyote
I have seen the White Cliffs, a really special place. They are so beautiful! “There’ll be bluebirds over the White Cliffs of Dover, tomorrow when the world is free.” Great post, very moving 🙂
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Thank you Christine. The White Cliffs of Dover. Many wrote poems for.
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You paint such beautiful comparisons and memories with your words. The first part was very moving for me.
As I come from England I know the Cliffs of Dover so well, in fact I used to volunteer in the regimental museum of The Princess of Wales’ Royal Regiment, at Dover Castle. This was my husband’s regiment, and I was the PA to our Regimental Secretary .
Also how you describe what the soldier’s felt when coming home is exactly what my grandad said – he lost his leg at Dunkirk and dreamed of seeing the cliffs again as he lay waiting for rescue ❤️
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The White Cliff of Dover are so amazing. I do understand their thoughts. Your Grandad, like so many brave men. Pray to see home again. I saw much less than the WW1 and WW2 soldiers. When I landed in New York city in 1992. I never complain about the USA again. Thank you Cheryl for reading and the comment.
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Home is a feeling. So happy that you made it home, because we get to share your beautiful poetry 💙🙏
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