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Old 02-02-2007, 09:36 AM   #1 (permalink)
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Dwight D Eisenhower
President 56
1890-1969

1885 Dave and Ida were wed.
Seven sons made in the marital bed,
Dwight, number three in this lively brood,
A little quick tempered, given to mood.

No nonsense at all dad would take,
Insisting the bed you would make,
Mum was cuddly, ever to oblige,
A kindly person in anyone’s eyes.

As time past by to school he went,
History and sport his leanings were bent,
Other things he took with salt,
Not to sure and given to fault.

Graduating from Abilene high,
College education he had to put bye,
Joining his father a mechanic by trade,
Working long hours his money was saved.

With sporting talents he entered west point,
Then twisting his leg his knee out of joint,
His sporting days came to a close,
To military matters his interest arose.

In 1916 he wed his choice,
Mamie Dowd no descending voice,
Foy 25 years he slowly climbed,
To Lt Col, he seemed resigned.

Then in ‘41zeros attacked,
Pearl harbours navy quickly sacked,
Staff appointments came his way,
Planning strategy was his forte.

The rank of general he soon attained,
That wonderful smile he still retained,
Easy and comfy with command,
D day’s landings efficiently planned.

D day came and went our way
Berlin now no longer held sway,
A five star general he had become,
Not to bad for a mechanics son.

But Dwight. D hadn’t finished yet,
In ‘53 the countries problems he met,
Going to the country and getting the nod,
The 34th president was given the job.

In ‘61 his reign came to its end,
A small farm in Gettysburg was his to attend,
The rural setting was his delight,
Playing golf as well he might.

In ‘65health came to the fore,
Clutching his chest he hit the floor,
From there on in his health declined,
Walter reed hospital he was confined.

In ‘69 his life expired,
By the whole free world he was admired,
To Abilene in Kansas the cortege went,
The chapel of meditation his body was sent.

J Bishop.© 2003
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Old 02-02-2007, 09:41 AM   #2 (permalink)
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Jobee,

You should definately have your own site to publish your quite amazing poetry on. Try Blogger: Create your Blog Now -- FREE and see how it launches you. Many have got book deals out of it. You can also put a copyright on it through use of the personal copyright systems they use.

You can still place prose on here, but people will be able to visit your site from your profile.
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