Month of May, 2002

"How could you do this to me?!" I shreiked.

Meanwhile I left all my attention to Hanson.

Waiting in the line in gmy had been stressful,piling up with the other kids on the first day of school is always a huge deal.

Once upon a time, a boy named Timothy had a pillow that was a shape of a frog.

Fear paralyzes my body and my mind

It penetrates through my soul

These emotions soaring around inside

Are dancing out of control

I want to ask a million questions

They all begin with why

Why would someone attack our country?

Why would they want us to die?

Dizziness accompanies this wild paranoia

I can think of nothing else, it captures my heart

How far back does this go?

When did this madness start?

They tell me not to worry, my parents

But why shouldn’t I? I was born here too

I want to know how to stop it

What can I say or do?

God, please help me to be brave

Help me to understand

Why that this chaos and disaster

Has come upon our land?

I don’t have any answers

And that’s what I need right now

I need to know when, who, where

What, why, and how!

I ask my parents and they don’t know

And that scare’s me most of all

Because they used to know everything

When the sky used to fall

I can’t see what we’ve done

But we need to stick together

For after all our flag still stands

And I hope it will forever.

Im not sure I got there, all I know is that one moment I was in English class and the next moment I was watching space cars fly around my house.

I know this girl; she’s ten feet tall

She loves to sing going down the hall

She attracts attention wherever she goes

Her head is very far from her toes

Can you imagine being ten feet tall?

I bet she’s good at basketball!

She is normal except for her height

Which seems to give everyone a fright!

If I were as high as ten feet tall,

I wouldn’t go to school at all!

I would hide all day long

Even though I would be strong

They had to redo the whole high school

Even fix the swimming pool!

She doesn’t look like her parents at all

Because they are only 5 feet tall

.

It was June

When I saw a baboon

Who went to the zoo

And lost his balloon

When he stepped in some goo!.

Hi.

I was at school

A spelling bee

I was as happy

As could be

The sun was bright

Not a cloud in the sky

God why did those people

Have to die?

The intercom

Was loud with noise

The children then

All dropped their toys

"The WTC has been hit

By two planes today

Many people did survive

They managed to get away"

"They think that they were hijacked

By some foreign men

Those poor inoccent victoms

Now they all are dead"

By mouth open in silence

My knees dropped to the floor

By eyes filled up with unwanted tears

I fell sobbing to the floor

My best friend then consoled me

Before sprouting her own tears

Innocent people now were dead

The conclusion of our fears

I faked being sick

I couldn't take painful stares

Mumbling words of despised hijackers

Reconizable hatred glares

Then my priciple got on the intercom

To tell them something more

School was then being cancled

School was then no more

I got home and movies

On the new galore

Picture of the Trade Center

Then I fell sobbing to the floor

Recage and sorrow

filled the New York air

How I wished I could help

I wish I could be there

Now many monthes later

People still dream to find

Their long lost family members

The reckage left behind

Mostly the rubble has been cleared

But people still mourn

Upon the wall near it

A new spirit is born

Ribbons line the outer sides

And teddy bears and such

Cover the wall every inch

It's defintely not to much

Memories of people

That we may have lost

They thought it break our faith

but not even at that cost

Now we are a nation

Fighting now as one

This battle of unity

From our side will be won

But never forget that horrible day

On September 11 2001

When the whole countrys spirit

Was not crushed but it was renewed.

I could stand in the middle of the rain

In the dark, gloomy street barren of people

I close my eyes and stand there

Feeling rain stream down my face like tears

But I smile and I think of his face

Radiant and warm and full of laughter

Green eyes sparkling with amusement

Lips slightly curved into a tiny smile

Head tilted to one side

I smile.

Deep in a dark forest the evil Sugon was plotting his attempt to take over the

underground.

Deep in a dark forest the evil Sugon was plotting his attempt to take over the

underground.

I asked to be excused to the bathroom for a moment regretting that I had ran all the way here.

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Qwan-Yin

A Tall Tale by Gloria Wilson

Long ago in the time of cowboys and Indians there was a family that decided to go west.

Once there was a boy named Roy.

Once there was a boy named Roy.

Note: I wrote this a long time ago (probably three or four years) but I think it's okay so I'm posting it here.

The intruder stepped on the creaky floorboard of the deck, and the stoat guard's head snapped up

immediately.

I Am A River

By Gloria Wilson

If I could be anything I would be a river.

The Troublesome Troll

By Gloria Wilson

Dedicated to my Swedish cousin Stina

Stina lives in the high Lapland’s.