Tuesday, September 11, 2018

A time not forgotten





The time 09/11/01

The sunrise casts rays along the East coast;

People hurry to their destinations.

Some rush to the office, some kiss their kids goodbye

As they drop them off at school.

A plane-shaped shadow passes overhead,

But it’s too low, and the first boom blasts the city.

Panic, disbelief, uncertainty, but where to run?

Another plane, a blast shakes the apple to its core.

Two planes, no accident.

Terror hits the streets, confusion, why is it happening.

The community rallies to help injured, putting their lives in jeopardy.

Plane number three, and further south a five-sided building is struck.

When will it stop?

Another plane heads to the nation’s capital; we know what is happening now.

Brave souls bring the plane down before it makes its destination.

September 11, 2001, a time we won’t forget.

1 comment:

  1. Correct...a time we won't forget. Thank you for the poem.

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