Crisis
CRISIS
It was just before Christmas I recall
Listening to Glen Miller on the radio live from New York
Our small son was just playing in our garden before breakfast was ready
And a savage dog suddenly burst in and sank
Teeth into his leg and hurt him badly
He couldn’t defend himself
Before I could run to help him
We took him to hospital bleeding
And he needed some stitches
His temperature shot up
And we were afraid of rabies
But the doctor tested and assured us
It would be only a temporary setback
He’d be on his feet again in no time
The crisis would pass and he would recover.
So I took him home again.
I think Pearl Harbor was attacked on the same day
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Written for Paula Swanson's Contest : Crisis
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