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  1. #1
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    Default {2 Poems} After an air raid {WWII Themed}

    Poem About After an Air Raid.

    Whistling, screaming
    It went on for hours
    Peoples homes were burning
    But what about ours?

    As the all clear sounded
    We edged out of the shelter
    Craters in the middle of roads
    Children crying to go home

    Everyone was talking
    About a loss within their family
    Each one different but all the same grieving
    No one thought it would be them

    Soon the fires burnt themselves out
    People rushed to check their homes
    Furniture smouldering houses bare
    Some houses burnt some not there

    The bombers never came again
    Most were shot down by pilots keen
    More homes were built life went on
    But people remembered the damage that could be caused
    By the push of a button
    By one whistling bomb
    __________________________________________________ _______________

    The Ballad of Pearl {Harbor}

    Three planes at the break of dawn
    By midday twenty-four
    Those planes that bore the red sun
    Brought words to everyone’s jaw

    As soon as those zeros closed in
    The seamen manned their guns
    As the first ship took a hit
    The engineer screamed “Were done”

    The Nevada’s first mate
    Saw the Arizona list to the side
    His thought were with the mothers
    Of the young men that died

    When the fleet was torn apart
    The squadron headed for shore
    It was once they disappeared over the horizon
    That the world was in awe

    As water lapped around the shapes of iron and steel
    The pilots casually ate in their mess
    They drunk their saki and dined on prawns
    Some were fresh from their flying dress

    As I walked along the empty shore
    I saw souls doomed for ever more
    Everyone who saw the horror there
    Will remember that day and mark it with a tear
    Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
    Let me remember things I love,
    Stoppin’ at the log where catfish bite,
    Walkin’ along the river road at night,
    Barefoot girls dancin’ in the moonlight.

    I can hear the bullfrog callin’ me.
    Wonder if my rope’s still hangin’ to the tree.
    Love to kick my feet ’way down the shallow water.
    Shoefly, dragonfly, get back t’your mother.
    Pick up a flat rock, skip it across green river.
    Welllllll!



    Welllllll!
    Come on home.

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    Good Poems Although I would advise you to either not make the poems rhyme or make them rhyme all the way through, it makes it better in my opinion. Anyway, well done, 9/10
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