11+SEPTEMBER+2001

DERITIONS: Please link your 9/11 poem file and your 9/11 collage assignment to **this page**. Post your work by your last name and the assignment: Clessoncollage, for example.

The landscape oriented product combining these two assignments should be posted on the page LINKED here. PeytonTaylor's poem [|Griffinpoem 9-11.docx] [|Griffincollage 9-11.docx] Hannah Griffin Lindenmeiercollage.docx STEPHEN HUSK Here and Gone(9/11) By JP Langellier I was in Third Grade at Sugar Creek. I don’t think I really understood. Why would someone blow up a building for no reason? It was everywhere. On TV, in the paper, on the Internet. It was the only thing anyone would talk about.
 * 9/11 in My Eyes **

The World Trade Center had fallen. 9/11  --JP   9/11 Confusion   By: Josh Ayers Third grade at Metcalf Elementary, The Dean of students whispers into the Teachers ear… “A plane has hit a World Trade Center” “What?” The dean comes back, “The other tower is hit.” The news is turned on. Terrorism? That sounds like something to do with Halloween, Everyone watches in awe, buildings collapse, Screaming people sprinting from the dust. The nation fights back with unity, Remembering the fallen. -- Josh ** September Eleventh ** By Alexandra Walch The “War on Terror” has been going on Throughout more than half my life. Every day the newspaper, The radio, The news on TV, Something about war. All it takes is hearing the date, And people think terrorism, War. I’m always hearing “Let us never forget.”

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I was a six-year-old, A first grader. No memories, No concerns, Unaffected by a faraway place Like New York. If I don’t remember, How can I never forget? **Nursery Rhymes** By: Kelsey Williams The children play musical tunes, While America’s got the blues. Towers falling to the ground. Don’t tell the children in fear of frowns. Listen to their happy sounds: Ring around the Rosey, Mourning spreads like a plague. Pockets full of posy, Collect the flowers for the dead. Ashes, Ashes, Magnificence gone to the wind. We all fall down, Crawling off to war! Marta's 9/11 poem 9/11

I was in Third I remember After 10 We had an extra recess I was happy It was kick ball week. I saw my sister But she was in Fifth Grade Why was she at my recess? She told me Something bad happened. I didn’t mind. At home Mom told me what happened And showed me the news; It was the first time I watched it. I didn’t really comprehend What happened For two years. I wish I could go back To not knowing.