The Bombing Poem by Jay Funnell

I wake from sleep, lost and alone,                        
  a siren sends shivers down my spine.
I need not worry, I'm still at home.
  downstairs I hear my pet dog whine.

In the distance the engines throb.
  Mother's shouting "We all must go! ".
Getting out of bed is a real tough job,
   the last thing now is reacting slow.

We start to hear the distant thuds,
  the bombs are dropping we must run.
Don't worry they're still in the woods
  not yet a present from the Hun.

Out of the door and to the shelter,
  all is dark, but the torch is bright.
Down the steps, helter skelter,
  the Warden shouts "Put out that light! ".

A beam of light now pierces the sky,
  searching and searching but still no luck.
Suddenly we hear a eerie sigh,
  a bomb's released and we all duck.

Chaos now, the sound is deafening,
  a bomb explodes and debris flies.
A flash of light, now flames are soaring
  a Fire engine bell amid the cries.

Hour after hour the bombs kept falling,
  but fading now, the bombers drone.
Then we hear the all clear sounding.
  now's the time we all go home.