The Secret Life
“What is this strange place we find ourselves in
trapped in the open we are free within”
The speedboat skipped like a stone on the lake,
The Commander took charge for the crew’s sake.
If the patient died there’d be hell to pay,
But the surgeons fawned when he saved the day.
“War thundered and whined around the dugout”,
Yet the Captain strode on with a brave shout.
His wife brought him down from his fond muse -
“Walter Mitty, where are your overshoes?”
March 20, 2022
Copyright © Peter Bryce | Year Posted 2022
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