I wrote this about two years ago, but I thought I'd post it again, in memory of all those who died. The poem isn't my best work by anymeans, it doesn't flow right in many spots, I'm sure I could improve on it, but for now, here it is.


September 11th

A little boy went out to play
On this normal, sunny, summer day
But the sun went down
And the rain clouds came
But the little boy continued his game
Soon the rain began to pour
And the little boy played some more
The rain soaked the ground
And the little boy slipped
He tried to get up
But all he did was trip
He hit a rock and cut his face
The cut was to deep for a band-aid to be placed
The little boy stitched his wound
And forgot about it all too soon
But even now, after long and far
He looks in the mirror, and sees his scar.

- Dedicated to all those who died on September 11th 2001.

Dedicated

Nice poem, but you're right, it doesn't flow right in some places.

Excellent! That's a sweet poem. If you want my opinion, the only spots that should be reworked are lines 5, 12, and 13 to make them flow better.

I agree with em....keep up the good work man