Duck and Cover Drill
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Duck And Cover Drill
David J Walker
I still
Remember the drills
Holding our heads under
The third-grade desks
“Perfect,” our teacher said
Repeat after me
“Duck and Cover”
“Duck and cover”
And us boys on the
Playground
With wide-eyed pride
That our town
Was important enough
For the Russians to bomb
With nuclear weapons
Pueblo
Had a weapons depot
That no one we know
Had ever seen
But we had seen the
Graining film of the
Mushroom cloud above the
Blast that would last only
Seconds before
Everyone and
Everything was gone
Everyone but our
Third-grade class
Safe under our desks
Heads beneath our arms
Where we would stay still
Until the alarms were sounded
All clear from the
Duck and Cover Drill
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2020
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