That Day of Infamy

I would often hear my parents somberly recall
That fateful December that changed it all
The morning was Sunday, ....a day of rest
They were getting ready for church, wearing their Sunday best
The radio was playing Glenn Miller's "In The Mood"
There was a sudden interruption of the peaceful interlude

Although war had been brewing on distant shores
This day was beginning, just as all the others before
The sea was calm and the sun was shining
The trees were waving, and the roses were climbing
Hawaii was awakening, and the morning was calm
Unaware that devastation would arrive with the dawn

From out of the clouds, like a flock of birds
Hunting the prey, not a word....not a word.....
From the sky they appeared, those hawks in the air
Planes diving low,....then bombing everywhere
The sign of a sun, creeping in on death's wing
Ships in the harbor...became graveyards so obscene
Men sleeping in their beds, woke up to a hell
The winds of war would last till the last survivor fell

War has blackened peace on earth, a shameful violent path
History keeps repeating with each twisted vengeful wrath
My parents listened carefully to Roosevelt's chosen words
And prayed for hope, that as I grew, that words of war would be unheard
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
January 10, 2011 at 4:37 PM
yes, this was a most infamous of days and you did it justice with your poem. I know this will score high. LUv, Andrea
Wilson Avatar
January 10, 2011 at 3:41 PM
We can only hope that generations to come will not have to endure such horrific events as wars..very well written..love,Deb
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January 10, 2011 at 3:27 PM
:) Thanks for supporting the contest, Carrie! Love, Carolyn
Pettit Avatar
January 10, 2011 at 2:31 PM
Whoever was alive during the day which will live in infamy will tell you where they were and what they were doing. Good descriptiveness and rhyming are in this entry. Looks like a good one for the contest.
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