This letter is a poem. It is not in poetic form but can be read as such. It was composed on Memorial Day as I was viewing and hearing all the emotions that connected with me as an 88-year-old former Army soldier. My earlier years, during WWII, made a very significant impression upon me.,Our wonderful hired man on our Wisconsin dairy farm, who was drafted, lost his life on the Bataan death march.
Semper Fidelis; And all that fine stuff; Made Trumpís Memorial Day plans; A little bit rough.
He pondered and pondered; Now what can he do; He only likes dictators; And he knows just a few.
Amid Americaís tears; From old folks from way back; Itís hard to forget; That December attack.
Trump decides to play golf; With an Emperor of Japan; He let Pence handle speeches; Remembering that man.
Thatís our ďTrumperĒ for sure; A right jolly old man; Who avoids truth and compassion; As fast as he can.
ó Bob McClellan, Polson