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This One's for You


What were you doing when our lives were changed forever I know were I was on September 11,2001 do you It was 1st grade and I was on my way back from morning gym I walked in all my teachers were huddled around the T.V. Some weeping, some sobbing, some praying But everyone had something in common The look of astonishment on everyone’s face Of course I had no idea of what was that burning place The bus dropped me off at 2:31 that day My dad was sitting at the table with a heavy heart And a long drawn out face as if someone had died I had no idea of what the events of that day would bring I sat beside him he looked down at me and said “Things were about to change” I asked why. Dad’s eyes swelled and said today has been a day that will never be forgotten. I will never forget what he said next America is under attack. Now I’m a freshman and I still have not forgotten that sad day And I realize that could quite possibly be the worst day in history But just like the phoenix we rose from the ashes Just like America always has and always will So now I support the men and women of our armed forces For these brave souls leave their families for months at a time To make it so we can spend time with our own families Most people take for granted what we have and do everyday I guarantee you American soldiers would much rather Be in traffic on the interstate than have bullets fly over their heads So for those people who cuss and gripe Just remember freedom is not free Following the events of September 11th America pulled together, cried together, and mourned together This poem is dedicated to the men and women who have lost their lives And to the families who lost a loved one or loved ones As a result of that day, that fateful day Whether you were on the 1st or the 2nd or you went down As a hero on flight 93 in that Pennsylvania field If you’ve sacrificed a limb, or your ability to walk or Made the ultimate sacrifice for your country This one’s for you You Are Not Forgotten
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