Thursday, December 18, 2008

Poem

In the 1930’s, Japan was waging war.
Trying to expand their conquests,
Throughout the Pacific shores.
The United States became irate,
And blocked supplies and ended Japan’s take.

Japan in return, schemed and planned,
An attack on the United States land.
In 1941, December 7,
The first Japanese missiles
Rained down from the heavens.

In little more than an hour,
The damage was done.
The naval fleet was destroyed,
The Japanese thought they’d won.
They had no idea the battle had just begun.

3 comments:

paul said...

Nice poem. I like the catchy ending.

Anonymous said...

strong sense of rhythm and flow

Cheyene said...

really lovely blaine!!