September eleventh dawned bright and clear
as New Yorker's commuted to their chosen careers.
The hustle and bustle of a typical day
ne'r foretelling what loomed on the way.
Once, the Twin Towers stood proud and tall,
condemned by hatred to burn and fall.
So many innocent souls were lost.
So many memories, forever embossed.
Many were screaming or fighting for breath.
Many dropped from the towers and fell to their death.
New York City, once complacent and proud,
now weeps within its smoky shroud.
Ground Zero was the chosen name
assigned to the carnage that still remained.
Dust and smoke was everywhere
as screams of horror filled the air.
Grieving families tears were shed
as fighter jets flew overhead.
Our nation was put on full alert;
another attack, to avert.
September eleventh, Two thousand and one,
will ne'r be forgotten by anyone.
The souls never die; They shall live on as heroes.
and are sanctified at Holy Ground Zero.
Bronze trophy winner
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