(by Shauna Hetrick)
(Photo of the actual site)
Early in the morning, on that fateful day,
The families said goodbye,
And then went on their way.
The ride started out normal,
The take-off was real smooth.
And after about a half hour,
All were in a good mood.
But then yells came from the cabin,
And silence crept through.
A voice came on the intercom
With an accent no one knew.
"This plane has been hijacked
in the name of al Quaida.
Be quiet now!!
And you will be saved later."
They listened to it quietly,
but they knew it was a lie.
They would not be saved,
They were going to die.
There was a shocked silence
As realization set in,
The crying began.
They would not win.
"Lets Roll, someone said,
And everyone agreed
They must perform a heroic act,
A very mighty deed.
All sat together and conferred,
Planned how they would act.
They stormed into the cockpit
And started the attack.
The plane turned and swerved around,
As the battle raged inside.
Just one last turn
And then it dived.
The plane was found
In a Shanksville field
Where we still remember
Those who were killed
Shauna won this award for this poem
