September 11, 2001 by: Brekkon Boulter

Brekkon came home with a poem that he wrote and his homework is to have a parent edit it. So I read this poem and I'm thinking, crap what is going on in my kids head that he is writing about bombs and death. So I ask him about it. He starts telling me that it's about Sept. 11 and the plane is the bomb. I then pointed out that it wasn't raining that day. He said that the rain is the stuff falling in the air. He then goes on to explain the rest of the poem to me.

Just a little FYI: In school on Sept. 11th the teachers told the older grades about that day. Brek came home wanting to know more so I found some footage to show him. We talked about it for a while. I guess it must have left an impression on him. Below is the poem with explanations:

September 11, 2001
Raining everywhere (The stuff that fell from the buildings)
A bomb that blew my hair (The planes that hit the buildings)
In the dark (When the buildings fell the smoke made it all dark)
Near to die (Death is close)
In my ear (He can hear death)
Nothing fears (Not afraid to die)

By: Brekkon Boulter