September 11th, the world stood still. <br />All eyes were on the most tragic kill. <br />For reasons to wonder, we will never really know. <br />How could someone order such a horrifying show? <br />The towers stood together, side by side. <br />They looked like the number eleven. <br />That day was picked, sending over 2000 to heaven. <br />Two Towers, that fell. <br />Two eyes, that cry. <br />Two parents, leaving one. <br />Two countries, at war. <br />Alone were the people that died that day. <br />Alone are the people, left here to pray. <br />' GOD BLESS' <br /> <br />writen by: Lynn Hurst - 53 Daniels St., Pawtucket, R.I.02860 <br />(401) 728-1089 4/22/2004-<br /><br />LYNN HURST<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/towers-911/
