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Monday, September 11, 2006


Most of you know what happened on this day, 5 years ago. If you live in America then I guarentee that you know. 5 years ago, 4 planes were hijacked and two of which, were crashed into the World Trade Center's towers. Iwas at school when the happened, in the third grade I believe, and they didn't tell us about it untill we got home that day. Maybe they did tell the class while I was out of the room or something, but if I wasn't out of the room then they didn't tell us. I would look up the planes crashing into the towers and see if I could find a video of it, but changed my mind, realizing that a few of you may still be sensitive about the whole event. I was lucky enough to not have any relatives on any of the planes or in the towers, or the pentagon (where a third plane was crashed). Each of the four planes had 5 hijackers with the exception of flight United 93, which only had 4. They believe that flight United 93 was supposed to hit the white house but the 37 (I believe) passengers on that plane decided that they were going to fight back and that they weren't going to let this happen. They managed to get the plane back from the hijackers but still crashed in a desolate field a good distance away from the white house. We read about the struggles on flight 93 in class today and I swear, it tore me up so bad inside that I was trying not to cry. The stories were so sad and stuff! There were all these people that called home to tell their families that they loved them before the planes went down. It was horrible. So I decided to make a poem for the ones who died on flight 93 and all the other people that died on September 11th, period. So...uh...here it is.

On that dark day,
One darker than all the others,
Something happened,
that changed America forever.

The first plane flew
The first plane hit
Boom
One tower fell

The Second plane flew
The second plane hit
Boom
The second tower fell

The towers collapsed
we stared in shock,
in horror,
Our spirits crummbled.

"I love you, honey."
"I love you, too."
Last words spoken,
Good-byes said too soon.

This was the end,
no...wait it wasn't
they weren't going down,
Unless they were going down swinging.

The flight 93 heros
had to take control
they did their best,
and their best was gold.

Is everyone ready?
Good.
Here we go.
Let's Roll.

They moved quickly,
Their plan now in action.
They took back the plane,
no way this was going to happen.

Although 93 crashed,
they won't be forgotten,
Nobody will,
Forever in our dreams,
In our prayers,
And in our hearts.

Poem by Brooke (FlameAlchimest93)

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Laterz!

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