Just at the end of World War II. <br />Out of the chaos a great art mystery grew. <br />Extracted from safe storage in a Quedlinburg mine. <br /> <br />Taken was a priceless German church artifacts shrine. <br />Only an American army lieutenant was seen in the vicinity. <br />Making off with the lot was a Texan with a pre-war art affinity. <br /> <br />Mailed in secret military packages to his Texas home in Whitewright. <br />Eventually he became just a suffering, reclusive sight. <br />After his death his siblings sought the artifacts sale. <br />Dragging out a decades long thievery tale. <br />Over the years with this act so perverse - <br />Resulted only in the thief and his family enduring an ironic curse? <br /> <br />75491<br /><br />Hubert Wilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-texan-and-the-great-quedlinburg-art-theft/
