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Watching the news on Tuesday 11th of September 2001
I suddenly thought I had accidentally changed the TV channel and I had replaced the news with a film.
It was several seconds before I realised that I was actually watching a news report from America about the attack on the Twin Towers. A day and date we will never forget.
Beverley
ELEVEN OF NINE
Nowadays when we gaze at a sun darkened face
We wonder, where from, which land or race
Will it always be there that first moment of fear
Whilst we try to decide does danger lay here
Faces once thought harmless now seem to be
Frightening and ominous to us for you see
When the terrorists struck from a clear blue sky,
They left behind questions, who did this, and why
Twin towers once standing so proud and tall
Lay destroyed and in ruins from huge fire balls
All powerful America was shaken and stunned
With nobody knowing why that deed had been done
Many reasons were offered as a cause for that day
Now the only thing left is for us all to pray
That a God we don't care which one he may be
Combines power with mercy and then hopefully
Never again will we suffer such dreadful sights
Because crazy fanatics need to show off their might