As They Came DownA Poem by Summer WindtonA poem in rememberance of that terrifying day: 9/11
Smoke filled the air,
He struggled to breathe. Wondering if he was gonna make it, He was only thirteen. It happened so fast, He didn't know what happened. He was walking to school, When it happened. People crying, bleeding, Tossed upon the street. Motionless and unmoving, Their death they arranged to meet. He replayed it in his head, In his blurred memories he seemed to drown. He remembered ever so clearly, As the Twin Towers came down. We will always remember that day, September 9, 2011. © 2011 Summer Windton |
StatsAuthorSummer WindtonAboutI'm like the wind. I come and go. Born of the wind, and I will go back, with the wind. Some write for fortune, some for fame. Some because of grief or envy. I write because it was my destiny. .. more..Writing
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