Autumn Ash

About a year back on the anniversary of 9/11 I decided to write a poem in honor of the people who died, and for the people who witnessed the event firsthand.

Autumn ash trails thru the sky,

overhead a plane flys by.

Suddenly a crash, a ball of flame

now this is war, its not a game.

People screaming, running around:

a baby screeches from the sound.

Men and women run for cover,

someone tries to call their lover.

Phones are dead, off the hook,

no one dares to take a look:

people cry for their lost friends,

they will pay, there will be no amends.

A second plane dives from up above,
does this country have no more love?
Teachers shield the children's eyes,
in the distance a preacher cries.

Firefighters dance amid the flames,

Oh how the mourners cry their names.

There will be no sleep on this night,

our soldiers will be fighting the good fight.

Author's Note

Please be respectful of this piece as it was written in honor of all those who died, and all thos who had to witness this tradgedy. Please let me know what you think of this one.

Reviews

[Melissa]

I really enjoyed this poem, It has a great rhythm to it while I was reading it. It was also very descriptive :)