Bow your head
respect those who are dead...
The poem begins a reminder,
of where we are today...
People think of a hero as a celebrity
you are one to me...
At 8:46 am a plane hit
The north tower...
His boots were worn and tattered
From all the miles he's walked...
"My country tis of thee."
How sweet those words are to me...
By:Dustin Shoopman
I have just made it, in the constrict of time...
I didn't want to let them go
before i saw...
Soon my brother will be back in the land from...
He will be away from that horrible place we call...
For all the blood thrust energy conquering mans...
I go to school everyday.
When my work is finished...
I remember that day so well,
where I was, what I was doing...