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Click hereSister Benigna, you made us kneel
Beneath our first grade desks for air raid thrills
From Josef Stalin or Civil Defense.
“The Commies, children, count my fingers,
Made one-two-three of them curse Our Lord
In the awful cold of Siberia."
Mushroom clouds Blessed Virgin Mary white
In Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Now turned black as we settled for our nap,
Heads upon the table, but some cowered
Underneath like puppies do when lightning strikes
And thunder rolls but not from heaven.
Very well done. I remember to those times as well. The drills had become a thing of the past, but them came back during the Cuban Missle Crisis. I agree with EroticOrogeny, the nuns were much scarier than the commies.
Early in Catholic grade school we had a couple of drills. I also recall the signs indicating the basement for shelter. But I was more scared of the nuns.
since I'm old enough to remember the "duck and cover" drill, though as I recall, we only did it one time, possibly because my school was just about equidistant from Fort Lewis, McChord AFB, Boeing, and Puget Sound Naval Shipyard. I think the CD decided that "duck and cover" wouldn't help much when the Russkies dropped 50 Megatons right on top of the school.<p>
In any case, I think this is quite a good poem--evocative, well-phrased. I'd drop the Bert the Turtle part from the title, as I think it is superfluous. Welll done.
I usually don't provide commentary on my submissions; however, there was a hyperlink to the poem that somehow wasn't posted. If the poem interests you, the brief video clip in the link below probably will also.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0K_LZDXp0I&feature=related