My Buddy
A poem simaliar to poem 1, but less serious.
MY BUDDY
In memory of a man from '43
He came from a land across the sea
"Hi there, Limey!" he yelled with a grin
"Hallo!" I replied, "how've you bin"
"Go inside and stow your gear,
Bring your pals, we'll go for a beer".
From this moment a friendship grew.
We ate, we trained, and socialised too.
Then one day the orders came
Realising now this wasn't a game.
We boarded ship, then on our way
And during the night we gathered to pray.
Landing craft lowered seven miles from land.
We scrambled down nets, hand over hand
Into the boats, a fearsome task.
Look after us Lord, that's all I ask
The sea was stormy, we had a rough ride.
I looked at my buddy who sat by my side,
"Take care Limey, you'll do fine,
Good luck Canuck, old friend of mine".
The ramp went down, we plunged into the swell,
The beach before us a living hell.
Our feet on the ground, we dashed to the wall
From the corner of my eye I saw him fall.
Again and again I still ask why!
My friend from Toronto, why did he die?
Cyril W Crain
