Tenth Grade English Composition
Mary Anne Whitchurch
December 7, 1941
On a cold, grey morning
when the fog had yet to rise;
The seagulls made a flutter
like a bird of paradise.
The waves were as a rose vine
coils in an arbor,
Thus began the day
Japanese bombed PEARL HARBOR.
The sun had yet to rise that day,
Dawn had just receded
to another day in heaven,
When from the sky a frightful noise
came booming from the guns.
Now in the place of clouds and sky
The Rising Sun.
Their guns were all ablaze.
From the air there came a shrieking of bullets whizzing by to find their targets,
The planes upon the ground
were shattered as they stood.
For the men to take their stations,
would of course, have done no good.
The people who had lived at PEARL HARBOR
were not spared.
Families of the fighting men
were sadly not prepared.
A couple that had risen right at dawn
to walk for pleasure
killed by bullets
which were made for such a measure.
A moment quickly passed.
The air was filled with death.
Looking toward the morning sky,
only clouds were left.
The sun had risen in the east;
its bright light showed a flood
of red, red streaks
upon the ground,
now sadly stained
The stillness in the morning air
dark and chilling.
A group of planes had quickly come.
Their one intent was killing.
The second world war began.
With it came the strife
of the men
whose fate it was
to lose their life.
PEARL HARBOR was the turning point
in nineteen forty-one.
It was to bring a mask of death
for five long years to come.
The seventh day of every month
and should remember…
The Japanese bombed PEARL HARBOR
on the seventh of December.
I’ve often wondered at the intensity of thought
of a 16 year old girl, (that was me),
considering the awful event of PEARL HARBOR.
This was written in 1951.
The event had happened only ten years earlier.
Although it seems to us in 2018
as only a point in history,
it was very real to a teen-ager
in those days.
The war had been over for 6 years at that time.
It remained fresh in the minds of our people.
The men and women who served in the war,
some of whom are still with us today,
can never erase the images
of horrors they witnessed
during their time of service to our country.
December 7th is a date to remember.
If we cannot remember what happened on that date,
investigate the history books.
It must never happen again.
Photography by Mary Anne Whitchurch Tuck