America
America my home,
America is where I grew up,
America where I thought I was safe.
One day America let me down,
It was not longer safe, the place where I grew up.
A terrorist attack happened that day,
I was at school ready to run away.
There was fear in the air,
more than 30,00 people lost their lives, which is not fair.
Four planes crashed and many died,
I was so surprised.
The world trade center towers are not longer there,
they are no where.
I went to school like any other day,
but watched the news instead of played.
I hate the thought of this day,
But it is one I will remember forever, everyday.
We bought flags and stood with pride,
for our country we would not hide.
We will find whoever did this to us,
even if we have to travel by bus.
This is one day that will never go away,
September 11, 2001.
Copyright © Kristina Almeda | Year Posted 2011
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