WHEN DAD RECEIVED A PACKEGE FROM HOME

Dad had signed back on ,

He'd do a few years more ,

Served in the Atlantic ,

And the Pacific too ,

One day he received a package ,

From home , while on board ship ,

It were heavy , it jingled , and dangled ,

The sound of sounding coins thought me dad ,

Dad smiled , at what his mam and da had sent him ,

Thoughts of a run a shore , of beer and what not ,

Dad eagerly rip opened the package from home ,

But instead of coins dropping out ,

His medals the Atlantic medal , the Burma Star with bar ,

Dad served twice ,

The defense medal others too ,

Dad took one look in in frustration ,

And threw the worthless medals down the companion way ,

After all , he could not spend sodding medals in the pub!

Reasoned , dad!

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Poet



Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-20 at 10:09

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good one, Ken. You can't drink glory.
2011-03-26


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
You are the master of story telling, Ken. You could probably write just about anything. I enjoy your poetry, so keep writing!

Regards,
John.
2011-03-20


Morpheus
His medals were already attached to his deeds. Physical mementos of far off places could never quench the thirst developing that day deep in his throat. Great work as always!!!
2011-03-20



And so it is that one man's treasure
may not be held in the same value by another.
We seek the parallax that unites and heals.
And for some a good visit at the pub will suffice!
2011-03-20