Weather Man Poem by Ima Ryma

It was to be the 6th of June,
A day that would change history.
The tides were right by the full moon
To catch off guard the enemy.
But the weather was the unknown.
For days, the winds and waters made
Impossible the attack zone.
Hopes for success began to fade.
All eyes and ears were on the Scot,
Whose prime job it was to forecast
The weather. 'A window we've got.'
'A calmer few hours should last.'

James Martin Stagg, the weather man,
Whose advice launched the D Day plan.