(c) 2017 Edward York
There are days when we look back at history,
Where the memories are destined to last.
Nineteen forty-one at Pearl Harbor,
Is one memory we can never get past.
The men on the ships were unsuspecting.
They worked through their job with no clue.
They didn't have time for preparation,
For the battle that would shortly ensue.
They worked tirelessly trying to rescue,
So many lives just unable to save.
Many had jumped in the ocean,
Just to escape what would be a fiery grave.
So much destruction soon followed,
Planes were destroyed where they stood.
Not much could be done to stop it,
But the men just did what they could.
Many were surrounded by the battle,
With little or no chance to flee.
Their tombs are now in the ships where they stood,
And their graves are at the bottom of the sea.
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With so many lives lost, there was no winner in wars.
War never has any winners.
Well written and expressed
Thank you. Too bad many youngsters just don't think about the day and all that happened back at that time.
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This is one of the best poems I've seen written on the subject of Pearl Harbor! You did a wonderful job, laser! Excellent info,rhyme and structure to the poem.. A fine tribute to those soldiers who were there and lost their lives!
A heartfelt write Ed of a day that cost the lives of many good hearted men serving their country.
Thank you. I was inspired by the day.
Thank you, I appreciate your kind words.
Very well written, lasergraph! I visited Pearl Harbor memorial several times. And from my house I can see Kolekole pass where the Japanese airplanes crossed the Waianae mountain range. Their first target were the planes parked at Wheeler Airforce Base (now Wheeler Army Air Field) which is more or less next door to where I live. Many times I have contemplated how it must have been on that fateful day. If my house would have existed at that time, these Japanese planes would have flown right over it.
You have the best view in the house of the area and the historic significance of the times.
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