Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen Poet Naat

Somewhere In Italy

somewhere in Italy our planes landed
we were greeted by poor Italians
some so young i don't like 
what this war has done

back home i was such the ladies man 
here i share food with four kids and a man
he lost his wife to the Germans
lot's of men are alone in solitude
 
the bombs fly by biting chunks of Italy
i guard my post alone 
for my platoon is almost gone 
i feed the rest to keep them alive at best

a lot of them has begged me to end life
they suffer so I eat with a knife
somewhere in Italy no medals I need
thee Italians are sick and poor
an yet there is still greed 

I would be ok if I could save just one
somewhere in Italy i sit with my gun
today in Rome tomorrow's war 
is back home

Written by Mrs. Yolanda Joy Nicholsen 5-14-2004
2610 providence street Fort Myers Florida
revised 8-10-2004 3165 riverside drive Fort Myers Florida

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