Axis & Allies - damowords

Meeting the Parents
Where cotton he would grow would know it’s weave
To the vale twixt Pendle & Hambledon,
Carlton Dillinger rail’d his Christmas leave,
Stept into an alien environ;
Ah! thence she stood
Like some broad from the farms,
Countenance calm & good, his daughter in her arms.
She led him thro those slummish rows,
Bubbling in community,
Where cloth cap, cobbles & torn clothes
Workʹd hardest for victory,
On the front door‐step stood ‘er Rose
Waiting with ‘er Charlie,
Glowing in his grand‐paternal summer,
“Yer may be a Yank but yer a Sumner!”
Despite six years of hardship past
Christmas found the Sumners,
War’s awful blast over at last
&, to top their dinners,
“I’ve bin ter Flossy Bennets fer a pound o’ bananas!”
Burnley
Christmas Day
1945
Friends & Family
Across the dusty bush the long ways wind,
Inside the bus young Danny thought of ‘things,’
His best mate, Slater, mainly on his mind,
The driver drawl’d, “Welcome to Alice Springs!”
Where whites minglʹd
With Aboriginee,
Along his spine tingled a questing energy.
He bumm’d a lift in Richie’s Ute
& hurtl’d thro the outback,
Neath powd’ry wheels pink lizards shoot
As a road soon turn’d to track,
Tween rusted shears & gnarly boot
They park’d by Slater’s shack,
“G’day,” said Bruce as he stept from the truck,
Dan shook not human hand, but shook a hook.
They spent the evening downing beer
& reminiscing Shane,
The stars appear, they toast a cheer,
“In sunshine, wind or rain
He ran those bastards ragged!” “That’s my boy!” but private
pain.
Australia
1949