The Blitz Poem by Mirta

London waits anxiously for the arrival of Hitler

Behind black-out curtains.

Families go in their shelters to stay safe from bombs.

London waits quietly as all the people are sleeping.

 

Wailing sirens pierce the peace of the night.

They could heir the rumbling noise of the planes.

Flares were dropping to light up the city,

Then the bombs started raining down.

 

The hungry flames were destroying London.

All they leave is the skeleton of the house.

You could heir the creaking of the houses,

As if they were going to tumble down.

 

The blood lit dawn reveal’s the Terries of the night.

The city was covered in smoke,

Pieces of houses crumbling off.

Fireman were pulling out people who have been crushed,

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