Poerty of World War II - Prisoners of War - Stalag Luft I
 

By:  Lt. Larry Phelan,  Stalag Luft III,  dedicated to his wife:

I dream as only captive men can dream
Of life as lived in days that went before;
Of scrambled eggs, and shortcakes thick with cream;
And onion soup and lobster Thermidor;
Of roast beef and chops and T-bone steaks,
And turkey breast and golden leg or wing'
Of sausage, maple syrup, buckwheat cakes,
And chicken broiled or fried or a la king.
I dwell on rolls and buns for days and days,
Hot corn bread, biscuits, Philadelphia scrapple,
Asparagus in cream or hollandaise,
And deep-dish pies - mince, huckleberry, apple.
I long for buttered creamy oyster stew,
And now and then, my pet, I long for you.