A series of poems inspired by SSSW challenge quotes

"You can't get the wood, you know?"


Wood


Freezing barracks,

Flimsy bedding,

Wind which

Whistles

Round each bunk.

Iron stove;

Unlit,

Unhelpful.

Heavy,

Useless

Piece of junk.

~0~

Latest escapade

Successful;

Rescued pilots,

Captured spy.

Punishment

For camp

Disruption;

Halving of

The wood supply.

~0~

Fates which

Govern

Such an action

Could not

Time it

Any worse.

Storms approaching ,

Blizzards due;

A snow-filled,

Ice-trimmed,

Universe.

~0~

Caps and

Gloves

And scarves

And jackets;

Not enough

For warmth

In bed.

Might prefer

A night-time

Mission;

Chance to

Move

Chilled limbs

Instead.

~0~

Newkirk briefly

Contemplates

A surreptitious

Tunnel

Raid.

Source of

Extra

Insulation;

All those

Uniforms

He made.

~0~

Carter dreams

Of warmth

And sunshine,

Elements he sorely

Missed.

Sharing this

With

Tetchy

Bunkmate

Might be

Prudent

To resist.

~0~

Kinch accepts

The situation

Somewhat

Philosophically.

He cannot

Change

The circumstances;

Shivers,

Shrugs,

And lets it be.

~0~

LeBeau

Rolls up

In threadbare

Wool;

A frozen,

Angry,

Little ball.

Sparse supply

Reserved

For cooking;

Recipes

To boost

Them all.

~0~

Colonel Hogan's

Mind is racing;

Rank brings

Benefits

And guilt;

Set

On solving

Current

Crisis;

Thankful for his

Hand-made

Quilt.

~0~

Colonel Klink

Sleeps long

And soundly;

Bedroom fire

Stays lit

All night;

Undisturbed

By bitter weather;

Undisturbed

By prisoners'

Plight.

~0~

Sergeant Schulz

Patrols

The compound;

Hungry,

Wet,

And very cold.

Troubled

By the boys'

Ordeal;

But fears remain

Unheard,

Untold.

~0~

Morning

Roll call,

Prisoners stumble;

Stiff and sore

And

Sleep deprived.

One more

Night

Of bitter weather

Inexplicably

Survived

~0~

Grateful airmen,

Safe in

England,

Thanks to

Stalag

Thirteen's

Aid;

Mindful

Of the

Risks involved

And all the

Sacrifices

Made.

~0~