Patriotic Poems
"Where the Towers Stood"
A burned-out crater lay in ruins for years,
While Americans, heartbroken, dried their tears,
A gaping maw where once twin towers stood,
A hole created by evil attacking good.
When terrorists bombed skyscrapers made of steel,
Americans struggled through a cruel ordeal.
Yet through this tragedy we found some good;
We found community and brotherhood.
Whenever a terrorist attack on us begins,
The American spirit rises, and always wins.
Our battle with these terrorists is not done;
Remember, nine-eleven, two thousand one.
By Joanna Fuchs
A burned-out crater lay in ruins for years,
While Americans, heartbroken, dried their tears,
A gaping maw where once twin towers stood,
A hole created by evil attacking good.
When terrorists bombed skyscrapers made of steel,
Americans struggled through a cruel ordeal.
Yet through this tragedy we found some good;
We found community and brotherhood.
Whenever a terrorist attack on us begins,
The American spirit rises, and always wins.
Our battle with these terrorists is not done;
Remember, nine-eleven, two thousand one.
By Joanna Fuchs
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