Patricia Kelley

Rookie - 36 Points (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)

P.O.W. World War 11 - Poem by Patricia Kelley

He was a P.O.W. of World War 11.
He was a fighter pilot that crash landed.
Landing on the enemy's territory, too be taken prisoner.
Forced to live in the enemy's crowded barracks; a prisoner's stay.
Forced to eat potato rations; a prisoner's wage.
Forced to lose ninety pounds; a prisoner's labor.
He quietly sits back waiting for sweet freedom's day.
Imprisoned by fate, that soon became; one of America's Heroes.
Now, he lives with his wife, with uncovered windows.
So, he'll never be taken prisoner.
Imprisoned in life's insecurities,
A victim of war crimes, of Germany,
Feeling the love of America's charities,
He's been able to live a nice lifestyle.
In the American Dream,
Where the hero's light beams.

Now he's laid to rest in peace, at Arlington Cemetery, with other American Heroes.

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P.O.W. of WW 11

Comments about P.O.W. World War 11 by Patricia Kelley

  • Gajanan Mishra (2/4/2013 9:02:00 PM)

    A fighter has a nice life style. I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 5, 2013

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