Here are some poems that were written by kids around
the country sharing their feelings about 9/11. I've had to re-type them
because they were originally printed on a colored background that throws my OCR
software for a loop!
Here's what the original looks like
A Day Never to be Forgotten
On September 11, in two short hours
America's peace was shattered at two tall towers.
Two planes came roaring through the air
Piloted by terrorists who did not care.
They slammed into the buildings at full force
And for the innocent felt no remorse.
On the streets below, people fled
But unfortunately many were already dead.
Heroic rescuers arrived on the scene
Not knowing what their future would bring.
They risked their lives to do all they could
But tragically, some of them died where they stood.
As we reeled from the shock of this horrific act
We learned that the Pentagon had also been attacked.
More people wounded, more people slain
After all this., what did the terrorists gain?
The city skyline may be marred
But our hearts are forever scarred.
Blake Price
Age 14
Happy, Texas
The Unforgivable Crime
Lives killed in a hopeless rage,
Affecting beings of every age.
The innocent lost, a mixture of blood and
tears,
Everyone's worst fears,
Brought to life in a blink of an eye,
So many civilians left to die.
Horror and sadness at every turn,
World Trade Centers left to burn.
A scene like a vivid, horrible dream,
In a flash of light, or so it had seemed,
That our lives would never be the same,
But, life is just like a game.
As we move about day to day,
Remember how easily life can be taken away.
Rashani Bhat
Age 13
Port Charlotte, Florida
The Life of an
Imperfect World
Sometimes I wish I were blind, so I would never have to see the
destruction around me.
Sometimes I wish I were deaf, so I would not have to hear
the children's torment and pain.
Sometimes I wish I could not smell the burning of buildings,
the smell of the ill and the dead, or the pollution of any
kind
to taste or speak, for I do not want to tast the destruction
or speak of the terrible crucifixion and suffering of this
world.
Sometimes I wish I could not fee, for I don't want to feel the pain,
anguish, and deprivation this world and its people bring.
But I live to only see people smile and watch the sun come up
and pierce the black starry sky with color.
I live only to hear the children play in the streets.
I live only to smell the scent of rain in the spring and the flowers
in the summer and cookies, pies, and turkeys in the winter.
I live only to taste the air of life and speak of happiness
that I have known.
But above all...
I live to feel everyone's loving embrace, that gets me through all
ordeals and makes the sun come out on a stormy day and lulls
me to slumber in am imperfect world that is our own.
Lisa
Snyder
Age 15
Merriam, Kansas
when i was a little
girl
my daddy used to stretch out on the couch
and being at least six feet (but seeming more) he
wouldn't quite fit so he'd bend his legs
creating a hollow -
between him and the cushions
-just perfect for a twirly girl of five.
i'd crawl behind him and rest my chin
on his comforting denim-jeaned legs and
wrap myself in this fuzzy yarn blanket
and I can't remember a time
i felt more protected.
being 16 now, i don't
quite fit
behind the cushions but
on September 11th, 2001:
i crawled behind him and rested my chin
on his comforting denim-jeaned legs and
i cried.
as i watched broadcast after
broadcast of my home bursting with
hate-colored fireworks. and i can't remember a time
i felt more protected and
more vulnerable.
in a hour such as this,
i can only pray
for those left without daddies to cry on
and thank God-that i have mine.
Jennifer Bulmash
Age 17
Olathe, Kansas
