Junior died for his country ~~ a Memorial Day tribute poem for "Play it Again"
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A Place Like This
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I sit here and sketch
Thinking all the while
'Twas in a pasture green
with an orchard nearby
Sketching, a place like this
Provence, Italy, in the War
His plane shot down
Body lay under his chute
Dog tags were snared by a priest
Later they would be given
to family for us to sketch
Junior died for his country
This place? We will dedicate
Our rendition of the pasture,
A tribute for him
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Photo and Poem copyright 2006 and 2015,
© jimmiehov, all rights reserved
I am linked with Kerry O'Connor at Play It Again, Toads #
Notes:
1, Play it again had three of Kerry's choices, I used a May 30, 2014 Imaginary Garden post by Margaret , a past challenge on Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Sketchbook Poetry.
2. Mrs. Jim's brother died in WWII when his P38 airplane was shot down over Italy. A priest found him dead, under his parachute. The priest collected the dog tags to give when telling his story after the war was over.
The Germans buried Junior's body in the orchard. We were grateful for that. Later his remains were removed to a cemetery in New Orleans.
3. I had been hoping that on Memorial Day a challenge that would fit my writing a tribute to Junior would show. This one seemed to work out.
4. Photo taken during our stay at Bettolle, Italy, Spring of 2006.
10 Comments:
Very timely. I think it turned out very nicely.
Tender, thoughtful...excellent tribute.
A real tribute.. The story of the care given really paint to his body contrasts to the harshness of the war.
A heart warming tribute..!
xoxo
This poem is a wonderful way to capture and hold onto memories of the past. The image of the sketch works very well.
Beautifully written!
Popping back to wish you and Mrs Jim happy travelling! And to reassure you that my 'Dreaming River' poem was just a fictional fantasy — though I always appreciate your warm concern for my wellbeing! xx
I am glad he was moved home, later. Glad the priest kept the dog tags for the family. A lovely tribute, Jim. My uncle served with the RAF In England and wrote of landing in Sicily and walking through the dusty vineyards.
Story sketched into the scene well, Jim...meaningful.
What a lovely tribute.Such a moving piece.
Thanks for this moving poem. k.
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