This is a poem that i wrote in the 8TH grade. this is not meant to offend anyone |
BOOM! BOOM! You turn around not knowing the sight your about to behold You see it yet you don’t believe it A plane hit one of the twin towers No wait. Two planes You dont believe this All of a sudden it starts snowing It looks so beautiful But now you can’t breathe This isn’t snow, but what is it Its ashes! Whats going on It seems like only minutes but its been an hour You can start to see the sun All of a sudden you feel a lump in your throat The sun was where the towers once stood Fire trucks come roaring by you You start to run You know people need help And you know it’s your duty For days and days you help Then you realize it You have more to do Much more 11 months later you’re in a plane You’re looking down at the ocean All of a sudden you’re scared But not of the height You’re on your way to war You think of your wife, your kids, your friends You’re in Iraq and you can’t help but worry What if you don’t come back for them What if they need you You meet a man named Chris He has no family, no one to write him Before you know it your best friends You don’t tell your family about him You don’t know why You wake up to hear BOOM! BOOM! You hear planes You think of the towers Are they going to fall again You realize you’re not in New York any more You’re at war Then whats going on Chris pulls you to your feet and throws you your gun You run out to see dirt and dust flying. It gets louder and louder POP POP POP You hear the whiz of bullets And you see the enemy now. You no what you must do You start to run You turn to tell Chris to watch out But then he falls You see the look in his eyes as you stop Fear but yet you can see the love His eyes close His soul is set to rest Everything seems to go in slow motion Your running and you start to yell But yet you don’t hear anything You keep running then you realize you’re in lead Then blackness Darker then the midnight sky You wake up in the hospital room Your legs are burning You go to rub them But there’s nothing to rub You unsure of what to think You now remember him He died Your look over You see your wife, your two kids Then you remember you only have 1 kid She has had a baby You ask his name But you remember you haven’t told anyone Her reply doesn’t make sense Chris |