On the horizon : World War II reflections
From two-time Newbery medalist and living legend Lois Lowry comes a moving account of the lives lost in two of WWII's most infamous events: Pearl Harbor and Hiroshima. With evocative black-and-white illustrations by SCBWI Golden Kite Award winner Kenard Pak
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- ISBN: 9780358129400
- Physical Description 75 pages : illustrations ; 24 cm
- Publisher [Place of publication not identified] : [publisher not identified], 2020.
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On the Horizon
That Morning       They had named the battleships for states:       Arizona       Pennsylvania       West Virginia       Nevada       Oklahoma       Tennessee       California       Maryland       They called them "she"       as if they were women       (gray metal women),       and they were all there that morning       in what they called Battleship Row.       Their places       (the places of the gray metal women)       were called berths.       Arizona was at berth F-7.       On either side, her nurturing sisters:       Nevada       and Tennessee.       The sisters, wounded, survived.       But Arizona, her massive body sheared,       slipped down. She disappeared. Rainbows       It was an island of rainbows.       My mother said that color arced across the sky       on the spring day when I was born.       On the island of rainbows,       my bare feet slipping in sand,       I learned to walk.       And to talk:       My Hawaiian nursemaid       taught me her words, with their soft vowels:       humuhumunukunukuÄpua`a       the name of a little fish!       It made me laugh, to say it.       We laughed together.       Änuenue meant "rainbow."       Were there rainbows that morning?       I suppose there must have been:       bright colors, as the planes came in. Aloha       My grandmother visited.       She had come by train across the broad land       from her home in Wisconsin, and then by ship.       We met her and heaped wreaths       of plumeria around her neck.       " Aloha, " we said to her.       Welcome. Hello.       I called her Nonny.       She took me down by the ocean.       The sea moved in a blue-green rhythm, soft against the sand.       We played there, she and I, with a small shovel,       and laughed when the breeze caught my bonnet       and lifted it from my blond hair.       We played and giggled: calm, serene.       And there behind us--slow, unseen--       Arizona, great gray tomb,       moved, majestic, toward her doom. She Was There       We never saw the ship.       But she was there.       She was moving slowly       on the horizon, shrouded in the mist       that separated skies from seas       while we laughed, unknowing, in the breeze.       She carried more than       twelve hundred men       on deck, or working down below.       We didn't look up. We didn't know. Excerpted from On the Horizon by Lois Lowry All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.