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110 Stories
By Sasha Taylor

110 stories fell on top of me today,
I didn’t think the pain would ever go away.

When it finally did I realized where I was at,
Sitting at the gates of Heaven was exactly where I sat.

I tried to remember; at last it finally came,
Could this be a joke? Is this some sick twisted game?

A loud explosion from upstairs,
People panic and start to yell,

A man in a wheel chair starts to cry,
All I could think of was I was going to die.

Step after Step we ran from our fears,
I thought I would drown from the flow of our tears.

People started panicking and going insane,
I knew exactly what they were feeling for I felt their pain.

Nobody knew what happened,
All we knew was we didn’t have long,
To get out of the building before it was collapsed and gone.

All of a sudden I felt the ground start to shake,
None of this was real it was totally fake.

Then the floors started to fall,
I froze from panic, and couldn’t believe what I saw.

The smoke was so thick I couldn’t see,
Why in the world was this happening to me?

My life is now gone; on this earth I have no more time,
Even though I'm innocent I never committed the crime.

We must catch this deadly murderer,
That killed so many of our own kind.

If he thinks he's getting away with this,
He's lost his mind.

We sat and watched him so many times,
Get away with acts just like these.

He's not getting away with it this time,
He's committed too many of these deeds.

This time he went a little too far.
Were putting up a fight,
He needs to know this time.

The U.S. is right,
He can't hide out.
Well get him soon enough.

He's learning now were independent and strong,
This U.S. is tough.

Maybe he'll surrender,
And come out and confess.

Maybe, only if he was smart,
He'd know that's what's best.

We mourn the lost,
We sit and cry.

We were the fortunate ones,
We didn't die.

They suffered,
They went through pain.

We watched it on T.V.,
While they went insane.

Now we must fight; we must die,
While they watch; while they stand by.

The countless hours pass me by,
As the memories of lost Americans slowly die.

Today is peaceful, tomorrow who knows?
War is uncertain, that's how it goes.

I can imagine the towers falling to the ground,
Shrieks of panic circulate from all around.

It can't be stopped now,
Its useless to try.

We can sit around amazed,
While fellow Americans die.

Right now during this time,
Americans are referred to us a "team."
When were not in this type of mess,
that's not how things seem.

But for us who are left, please sit down and pray,
Not only for the victims and their families,
but thank God for sparing your life that day.

Although nothing like this has happened to us in years,
Now America is being flooded with the flow of our tears.

The U.S. won't stand for this,
We're independent and strong.
We need to get to the bottom of this,
before more innocent people are gone.

Remembering September 11th
by Lisa Ponder

Bombs dropped on our town,
and two beautiful buildings came down.
All the people started to frown.

You can hear them all through the night.
I huddle in a corner frozen with fright.

The lights have gone out; it's a power cut.
I cover my ears, and my eyes are held shut.

I hear the sirens; I hear a crash.
I hear more people crying in a bash.

I feel for mother; I cry her name.
I feel a warm puddle, and the war is to blame.
Oh, isn't that a shame?

I sit and weep all through the night.
Wondering how September 11th could have been such a fright.
Holding my mother's body oh so tight.

Then I pray for all my friends,
as I watch their family's and our world come to an END!

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Who Am I
By Kimberly Dunne

I am no one special.

I'm the little boy that gives up his favorite teddy bear so that a stranger might be comforted.

I'm the single mother who has been trying to teach her child to sleep in their own bed, who holds them tight long into the night, thanking God it wasn't her child that died.

I'm the old man, angry and resentful that his military doesn't want him because of his age.

I'm the teenage girl that spends hours cutting ribbons for others to wear as a symbol of remembrance.

I'm the young man who doesn't understand why his father was running up the stairs as the building fell, trying to save just one more person, instead of saving himself.

I'm the old woman who will never see her grandchild again.

I'm the little girl, playing with her doll, who can't understand when someone screams hateful things at her because of where her family is from.

I'm the police officer, trying to keep idiotic reporters safe, when his wife is still among the missing.

I'm the fire fighter that called in sick that day, only to discover that someone else died in his place.

I'm the man who survived the falling building only to learn that his sister and baby niece were in the plane.

I'm the secretary, angered by the seemingly callous response of those around her.

I'm a spelunker, who is climbing down into the remains of a building, hoping to find someone still alive.

I'm the dog handler, searching for bodies, that has to comfort my animal when only death remains.

I'm the woman who stands in line for five hours in order to give blood, hoping to help strangers in need.

I'm the man who gets up and goes to work every day, in spite of the tragedy, because he still has a family to feed.

I'm the first passenger to get back on a plane, even though I'm terrified, because I know somebody has to be first.

Who am I?

I'm nobody special.

I'm just an American.

"That Day"

By Billy Nardozzi

It is a day in history
We'll never forget
And a day that we'll cry for
And that you can bet

And it is a day that we lost
Thousands of lives
Our family and friends
And husbands and wives

And it is a day we will honor
Those brave who had dared
To go into those Towers
Because they had cared

And it is a day we will fight
To the very end
To make sure that it never
Happens again

And it is a day we will pray
For the loved ones who perished
Who we so dearly loved
And always have cherished

And it is a day we'll request
If it's not too much
That,that spot at ground zero
"Never Be Touched"

The above poems by Sasha Taylor were posted on this Web site January 1, 2002.
The poem by Lisa Ponder was posted February 4, 2002.
The poem by Kimberly Dunne was posted December 17, 2003.
The poem by Billy Nardozzi was posted September 16, 2010.

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