Cole Brennan's Poetry Flyer

Poem 1

We remember the day that there were no words to say

We remember the day that 2,996 people lost their lives

We remember the first hit of that Tuesday morning

We remember the feeling of vexation

We remember there being no hope

We remember the heroes that saved many

But could not save all

We remember the inferno of destroyed dreams

We remember the day that appalled the whole world


Poem 2

I am first with five

And then next comes seven more

Five more at the end

Poem 3

White snow falling

Icicles all aound

Neck scarves and mittens

Temperatures are in the teens

Eenjoying hot choclate

Relaxing in a warm blanket

Poem 4

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

- Shel Silverstein