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by Lara Guinevere Traver
October 26th, 2001
A bright beautiful morning,
Not a cloud in the sky,
The lake and its fountain,
A bright wonderful
future ahead.
Then clouds
of smoke on TV,
What could have happened?
Two
planes crash into tall buildings,
One
plane crashes into five-sided building,
A fourth
plane still flying,
That one
crashed into a field.
All the planes are stopped and grounded,
The sky is
silent dead silent,
Phones start to ring
people cry to hear each other,
I love you’s shared all over the
place,
People are heard from and more tears fall,
Questions begin to be asked,
Why did it happen, where’s my father,
Who could do such a horrible thing?
Two tall towers fell to
the ground,
A side of
the five has collapsed,
Where is he? Where is she?
They are
trapped under steel,
Under
burning rubble and concrete,
They
didn’t get out all right.
Firefighters rush in to help,
They search the rubble,
They look
for hope,
They move so fast,
People come together to help,
They bring food and comfort.
People comfort each other,
Time ticks away,
Hope starts to flicker,
They don’t find people,
They find
more rubble.
And then one phone call,
I’m
sorry Mrs. Willcher, your husband,
Was in
the five- sided building,
Disbelief, despair, are you sure?
But he
got the part,
In the show he had been hoping for,
His family
and friends surround him,
He deals with it better
than most,
He becomes busy and deals better,
Mrs. Willcher goes back to teaching,
And so life goes on, no longer normally,
It has changed now,
Planes go over once again,
But look for they may
fall again,
The two
towers have no more hope,
They all are dead there,
They
only find dead bodies,
Parts of
bodies and rubble,
No more
human life is there,
But only
strength remains.
They still look through the rubble,
They clean
up the mess that was made,
They make new plans for
new towers,
America is strong and does not give
up,
Americans go back to their normal,
They go to work in fear now,
They fly with extra caution,
They look up at planes
now,
Ready to
run if it gets closer,
Nightmares fill Americans dreams,
Dreams
of planes crashing,
And
jumping out of buildings,
The
fires in the tall buildings,
And
getting out before it falls,
But the nightmares stop,
People are
able to sleep better,
They go to work without
so much fear,
Security is tight but safer,
It almost feels normal,
Oh look a letter for me!
What is this powder in it?
Why do I feel sick with flu?
Who sent me this
letter?
Kabul was
bombed today,
America has decided to fight,
We send
bombs and planes,
His
father is on a flying desk,
On an
airplane in Afghan,
He’ll be
back on Thursday,
He comes home on Thursday,
The letters
have anthrax,
There is a cure for it,
Drug companies make plenty of it,
That will make us feel better,
More letters are sent,
They are sent to newscasters,
Some have died from these letters,
Allah be praised,
America
will go down,
More powder in the envelopes,
More
people get letters,
Will it
stop?
More
bombs fall,
America
sends food to Afghan,
America sends food to the hungry,
Our troops
make progress,
Soon they will find bin
Laden,
Soon it will stop,
The bright future,
Will come back.
Copyright © 2001 Lara Guinevere Traver
