Wednesday, December 7, 2011
12-7
Today is the anniversary of Pearl Harbor. Write a poem or a short creative essay about this event. You could pretend that you're on board one of the ships that were bombed or you could be one of the Japanese pilots bombing the ships. You could be an observer from the Islands or you could be just an average American sitting at home and hearing about it on your radio. What do you think? feel?
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I sit in the parlor,
ReplyDeleteAnd I hear the news of Pearl Harbor.
Panic washes though my soul,
Praying for them is my goal.
Bombs falling on my safety,
Nothing can protect the world it seems lately.
Lives have just changed,
The cruelty is just deranged.
I pray for new,
Please wash away the deadly blues.
The sirens wail,
ReplyDeletethe radio says we are under attack.
I feel myself go numb
and think of all the innocent lives being taken.
This world is falling apart
and nobody is doing anything to fix it.
I am at home
ReplyDeletewashing dishes with foam.
My kids are playing
I hear the news saying.
There has been a bombing
and it is not calming.
They announce were it took place
and I bow my head and give grace.
I will miss all those brave women and men
I remember that day every now and then.
I'm sitting at home listening to the radio when a braodcaster comes on and says, "Pearl Harbor has been bombed!" Fear runs through my body. I begin to wonder if the Japanese are going to attack again. I begin to think, how can I live each day with no fear? Should I leave my house? Would I be safe some where else? I begin to break down in tears.
ReplyDeleteRoses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
Getting bombed is scary
and Kamakaze's are too.
I am a pilot
ReplyDeleteI am a soldier
I am a pilot
I am a soldier
I am
goingtokillthepeopleintheboats
andtheywilldieandiwilldieandtherewillbeflamesandtherewillbescreamsandtherewillbetearsandtherewillbefireinthewaterandintheskyandtheywillbeinthewaterandiwillnotbeintheskyand
I am a pilot
I am a soldier
I wake up in the morning, feeling lucky to be in the 21st air group, which is stationed in a place as happy and as warm as Pearl Harbor. As I prepare for the day, I hear a little rumor of a large squadron of unidentified aircraft coming within our direction. It is probably that new squadron of B-17s coming in, even though it is a little earlier then we expected. I settle along the runway, at attention, as I hear the Navy playing the national anthem from the ships. All of the sudden, I hear the rumble of engines off in the distance. As I glance around, I see a large overcast of aircraft in formation, but they don't look like B-17's. Once they have made their approach, they begin to dive alarmingly close to the ground. I see some children run out and start waving to the incoming pilots. Now one of them dropped a bomb! The national anthem hasn't even been finished yet! Some men start running to their guns, but the band is still out in the open, attempting to finish the song. After I begin to grip the situation, and hear the alarms blaring, I jump into my p-36. I jump start the engine, failing to let it heat properly, and awkwardly stumble to the runway. In my confusion I barley make it off the ground. However my attempt was in vain, for I am shot from the aft left side by one of the Japs fighters and my engine jams because it was being run hot, while it was still cold. I crash a ways from the sight, but even though I failed to be of any help, I spared myself from death, for nothing else left on my airstrip survived.
ReplyDelete"There is a crowd in here, that fooled themselves;
ReplyDeletethey brought their friends, and they made their Hell.
They fake their grin, in a lonely cell.
To the bitter end,
But what do I know?
There are a few in here, that hurt themselves;
They kick, and been in a dried-up will.
They call for help, and you know them well.
Are you aware?
But what do I know?
I, I will not surrender
No I, I will not surrender
When God falls fast asleep
The kids still dance in city streets
From the white house lawn to the middle east
And all around I'm just saying that this time I feel it now
When God falls fast asleep
The kids still move to a steady beat
Even if its bombs landing at their feet
Or all around I'm just saying that this time I feel it now
There is a place to hide,
It's in our minds,
It's in the dark
It's well known that we have a fragile heart
Its deep inside
It has a sound that you can follow
You feel like you hit a wall
But you survive
And it was hard for you to swallow
I've been to that place before
In spite of luck
When you awake, a new tomorrow
I, I will not surrender
No I, I will not surrender"
-Tom Delonge
I hear the tragic news
ReplyDeleteOf Pearl Harbor's new blues.
I'm scared for my life
And think about the fight.
The world is forever changed.
With the people's death in the water.