He was a P.O.W. of World War 11. <br />He was a fighter pilot that crash landed. <br />Landing on the enemy's territory, too be taken prisoner. <br />Forced to live in the enemy's crowded barracks; a prisoner's stay. <br />Forced to eat potato rations; a prisoner's wage. <br />Forced to lose ninety pounds; a prisoner's labor. <br />He quietly sits back waiting for sweet freedom's day. <br />Imprisoned by fate, that soon became; one of America's Heroes. <br />Now, he lives with his wife, with uncovered windows. <br />So, he'll never be taken prisoner. <br />Imprisoned in life's insecurities, <br />A victim of war crimes, of Germany, <br />Feeling the love of America's charities, <br />He's been able to live a nice lifestyle. <br />In the American Dream, <br />Where the hero's light beams. <br /> <br />Now he's laid to rest in peace, at Arlington Cemetery, with other American Heroes.<br /><br />Patricia Kelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/p-o-w-world-war-11/
