Whisky Whisky Papa Poem by Nick krakana

The radio crackled
With no come back
Were are you Weldy
In the outback

A storm is moving out your way
Careful with this one
It'll make you pay

A WW2 Vet who battled on high
Bullets and shrapnel from memories gone by
He came to wonder Canadas frozen skies

Were nothing is hidden... not one disguise
From Cornwallis Island he mastered the skies

Weldy was just like the north he flew
Free and strong - tundra winds blew
His Atlas Flying Machine Company... grew and grew