9-11

Bright sunny day,

Baby blue sky,

comes a plane of red and white,

slicing through the daylight sky,

then the people ask why,

is it flying so low,

the plane crashes into twin 1,

down the building goes,

frightened faces all around,

thinking oh my,

 what a horrible disaster,

then comes plane two,

flying straight for twin tower two,

the people now know this was no misadventure

we are under attack,

with planes coming for you,

coming to the pentagon,

down it shall go,

half it collapses,

and terrorists hoping to do the same,

the white house is now under intrusion,

but two unfortunate souls,

on the plane heading to the house of white,

call their loved ones,

telling them they love them,

the souls hijack the hijacked plane,

down the plane goes,

into a field of green, 

taking time to find any survivors,

weeks go by to be found,

the injured ones are hoping and praying,

 their lives will be conserved,

a sorrowful day for the united states,

but as it says in our name,

we are united.

Reviews

[Relic]

It was a terrible day. I recently posted one about it. In a field of green, taking time to find survivors. What a contrast there is to those lines. Nice job.