High
School:
The two towers
stood silent
on that surreal
sleepy September morning.
The majestic
monument of man,
pillars of freedom and
pride.
A streak of
silver soaring
a dagger rips
through the shell of the first tower.
Broken glass,
fire and smoke,
a blizzard of
ashes camouflaged the great city.
Another streak
of silver sailed through the ashen sky,
plunged its dagger
into the heart of the second twin,
More shards of
glass, more flames, more smoke.
The first twin
still stood tall.
As the second
twin was in great pain,
mortally wounded it
plummeted to earth.
Souls lost
forever. The city weeps.
The first
twin’s heart full of pain,
crashes behind his
brother.
Souls
lost. The city mourns.
Twins lost
forever.
Forever bound
together by disaster
a nation as
one.
By: Donna Vanderkroats