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POEM NUMBER 3
THE ATTACK ON AMERICA
ON ONE CHILLY MORNING OF SEPTEMBER,
WAS A TERRIBLE THING WE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER.
ON SEPTEMBER THE ELEVENTH, TWO-THOUSAND AND ONE,
I WAS IN ONE OF MY CLASSES HAVING SOME FUN.
MY TEACHER WAS TOLD TO TURN 0N THE TELEVISION.
WHEN THE TV WAS TURNED ON, WE SEEN A HORRIBLE VISION.
TWO AIRPLANES CRASHED INTO THE WORLD TRADE CENTERS.
TO OUR NATION, THAT WAS A SPLINTER.
WE ARE NOW, WITH THE TERRORISTS, HOLDING A WAR.
WHO WOULD WANT TO FIGHT IN SOMETHING THAT IS FILLED WITH VIOLENCE AND GORE?
THE ONES WHO FIGHT UNTIL BURIED IN THE GRAVE,
ARE THE ONES WHO COME FROM THE HOME OF THE BRAVE.
POEM WRITTEN BY NICHOLAS GATES
POEM NUMBER 3
LONNIE
MY LOVE, MY LIFE
YOUR LOVE IS LIKE THE FLOWERS IN THE SPRING
A WONDERFUL DELIGHT
YOUR KISS IS GENTLE AS THE RAIN
FILLED WITH PROMISES OF RAINBOWS BRIGHT
YOUR ARMS WITH WARMTH OF SUMMER SUN
ENFOLD WHEN EVE IS NIGH
YOUR WHISPERS SOFT AS EVENING'S BREEZE
BREATHES SOFTLY IN A SIGH
AS AUTUMNS PASS AND WINTER NEARS
I KNOW I NEED NOT FEAR
FOR ALL IS RIGHT WITHIN MY WORLD
AS LONG AS YOU ARE HERE
LOVE YOU DARLING
BARBARA
~MY MOM, BARBARA C. TO MY DAD, LONNIE C.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2002
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