I found this poem in my grandfathers World War II scrapbook. I dont know where it came from, if it was in a local newspaper or some kind of handout. But I thought you would all enjoy it! Looking Homeward As I left dear old Peekskill, in an answer to the Draft Bill, When the train pulled out the depot, I wiped away a tear, As I reached Grand Central Station, my only consolation Was the lovely spots I’d visit when I sailed away from here. Though I was nearly twenty and I thought I had seen plenty, I was heading now for Europe and some castles of renown, To a land of milk and honey, where you don’t need any money, Like a place that’s known as PEEKSKILL, that they call the Friendly Town. After two weeks on the ocean and my stomach lost it’s motion, They blew the blooming whistle, and a Limey says, “We’re here,” He didn’t have to tell us, for me and the fellows, Yelled, “It’s Blighty, dear old Blighty, and it’s always raining here.” Tea and crumpets were our diet, and I hope you never try it, And the smelly English bloaters, we just couldn’t keep them down, Oh, I’d walk upon my bunion, for a hamburger and onion, To a place that’s known as PEEKSKILL, that they call the Friendly Town. When we left the Cliffs of Dover, we thought we were in clover, Till we saw old Casablanca, lie abasking in the sun, Here with sand and fleas aplenty, we were introduced to Monty, Who mounted us on camels to go and chase the Hun. Oh, the Arabs think it great, from a tree to shake a date, And their other dates have faces that would make a doughboy frown, But my pinup girl is Katie, and I know that she will wait, In a place that’s known as PEEKSKILL, that they call the Friendly Town. We hopped from there to Sicily, and then pushed on to Italy, We thought it would be easy ‘neath the blue Italian sky, But the climate was a dud, it was just the same old mud, And until we got to Germany our feet were never dry. Now Europe’s war is won and your boy is on the run, Getting ready for a trip that will never get him down, Perhaps it’s a fool emotion, but I’d gladly swim the Ocean, To a place that’s known as PEEKSKILL, that they call the Friendly Town.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 21:53:00 +0000
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