A sixth grade class at Wetumpka Intermediate School has written metaphor poems about what the attacks on America meant to them.
The World Trade Center is a giraffe stretching high in the sky.
The World Trade Center is a doughnut with a hole in the center.
The World Trade Center was a castle of blocks, my little brother knocked down.
The World Trade Center is a dust bowl...dust everywhere."
War is a horror house with things just waiting to happen.
War is a book that you never, ever close.
War is a fire, that just keeps on burning.
War is a never ending famine upon us.
And war is a shaken up Coke can that all of a sudden opens.
by Mary Beth
American spirit is a cord that binds us all together.
American spirit is old glory flying high in the sky.
American spirit is a firefighter risking his life for someone he doesn't even know.
American spirit is people fighting for freedom.