The Apparition

One day I sat in an arbor, on the shores of Pearl Harbor.   As I gazed and reflected on the past, I began to think of the deadly bombs blast.   When I looked up again I began to see The harbor waters were filled with debris.   As I surveyed the scene in confusion, there before me I saw a horrible illusion.   The image of a large ship sat before me, glowing, gray and misty on the sea.   As I watched mesmerized by the site, I could feel the horror of their plight.   The smells of smoke thick and acrid in the air, the thundering blast of bombs and the glare.   The cries of pain, shock and fear, were so real, they are still vividly clear.   As I covered my eyes with my hands, I heard the sobbing of people on the sands.   When I finally uncovered my face, The ship was gone, the debris, not a trace.   I’ll always remember what happened that day, That America is never again attacked, I will pray.