At one time there were air raid shelters <br />they were in everyones back yard, back then. <br />And in schools they would hold air raid drills <br />where children would go through steps <br />if only just pretend. <br /> <br />We were told to kneel down on the floor <br />and place our hands atop our heads. <br />I remember thinking how stupid we all looked <br />and I would rather be outside playing instead! <br /> <br />Then a siren would announce, 'ALL CLEAR! ' <br />Where we would all return back to our rooms. <br />We all were sorta looking forwards to one day <br />hearing a bomb go, BOOM! <br /> <br />How little did we know back then <br />that these drills came from a war that had just won. <br />But to children never experiencing this <br />to us, was just like recess war game fun! <br /> <br />I'm glad that our children, don't have to go through what we did <br />no air raid shelters or those scary drills. <br />And the most they will ever experience <br />is torando and maybe a spontaneous, monthly fire drill. <br /> <br />Most all of air raid shelters built <br />have been filled in with rocks and soil. <br />With the hopes that we Americans <br />will never experience a war on American soil.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/air-raid-shelter/
