Commuters on the morning train,
On their way to work again.
Not expecting what's going to come,
Fear and Fire they start to run,
Up and Down the streets you see,
Shocked and Angry - it could be me!
Eventually silence - not a sound,
Dead and injured on the ground.
The sirens going loud and clear,
Events are being filled with fear,
Rescuers are here to help,
Responding to anothers Yelp,
On the ambulances people go,
Rush, rush, rush - the can't be slow.
In and out the twisting towers,
Speeding past the drooping flowers,
Trucks and buses on their way,
Saving lives through out the day.
Author notes
This poem was wrote in our PSHE class. A boy called George J helped me write it. So if you have any comments please address us both.
THis poem was wrote to commemorate all the people who died in the London Bombings
Written July 13th, 2005
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Brilliant poem, you both captured the spirit on that sad day.
I hope many people get to see your poem also
~tom~ -
A most wonderful tribute...and a simple yet effective write. I loved the flow as it seemed to slip right out as silk over skin...hehe. Anyway, I think you wrote here what so many people were feeling that day, why again, why again...and this time to an ally? Great job!
Robert
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