Here is the first poem! Enjoy!

Nine Eleven

He was a firefighter big and strong, he fought fires all day long. On September eleven two thousand and one , he was sent to a fire that in the twin towers had begun.The air was hot,dusty and stale, as people passed him scared and pale. But he kept climbing right up to the top, for there was a fire that he must stop. When he got to the fire he was in for a shock, a moment later the tower begain to tremble and rock. He began to hurry down to the ground, where his friends were safe and sound. Then the debris started falling on his head, and soon he knew he would be dead. He cried out to God "take care of my family,my children,my wife,and all of my friends who are a part of my life". The tower then fell down to the ground, where in the debris only a few were found. Many firefighters went in the towers were trapped and died, many a soul went to hell because from God no one can hide. But he was one of the blessed few who went to heaven, on that day we call Nine Eleven.