A name most wont remember – David Capps

A name most won’t remember
Of a place most won’t ever see
A conflict fought a lifetime ago
So that Islanders could live free

A land of mountains and valleys
of peat bogs and tussock grass
Sparse centers of population
The rest only sheep tend to pass

Scoured by Antarctic gales
All four seasons in one day
still locked inside my memory
But eight thousand miles away

This place saw the blooding of soldiers
some comrades remain “on patrol”
As always respect for the fallen
Who gave up their lives for the goal

A name that soldiers remember
a freedom that came from the sea
I may have left the Falklands Isles
But the Islands will never leave me

David Capps