Idle Storks (By Maurice Drum Pow) Poem by Andrew Wright

Idle Storks (By Maurice Drum Pow)



We read in the Camp which we get every week,
And which we incidentally seek,
That the birth rate in Blighty was falling away,
That the stork never visited by night or by day,
Now when we read that our hearts grew sore,
To know that we are idle - Prisoners of War,
So roll on the day when the war is o'er,
For once back in Blighty the birth rate will soar.

Friday, July 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: baby,birth,marriage,war memories
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Andrew Wright was a Prisoner of War, captured at Dunkirk. This poem is taken from a notebook he kept while in the POW camps. It is difficult to believe that the writers of all of these poems were men who had in the main left school at the age of 14. Where he attributes the poem to an individual I have included that attribution. Andrew Wright died in 1987. These poems were uploaded by his son.
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