Fleeing Austria
My wife and I return from our honeymoon, and what do we see?
There is a new regime that is overrunning my country.
I have the terrible feeling another war will begin.
It will be started by those goose stepping morons from Berlin.
I have been given orders to report to Bremerhaven.
A commission in the Third Reich’s navy I must begin.
After we appear at the Salzburg Festival tonight,
Maria, the children, and I must take flight.
We cannot stay around to collect the top prize.
Our escorts will receive a most unwelcome surprise.
I have every intention of disobeying the issued order.
My wife, children, and I will be across the Swiss border.
Inspired by the 1965 film “The Sound of Music”
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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