The Tower Poem by David Boyce

The Tower

Into the Tower, we must go
There's people in trouble, We all know.

The towers stretch into the sky
Over one hundred storeys high.

As people run out every way,
They are in trouble they cannot stay.

Down the stairs, they must go lower,
To leave the danger of the tower.

For damage caused to the towers beauty,
We must go in, it is our duty.

As we go high we have to poke,
Because the thickness of the smoke.

It's getting hot as we go higher,
The intense heat of burning fire.

This is real, It's no dream,
As people run, and people scream.

As things drop of the damaged tower,
People hide and people cower.

We did not know it would fall,
We done our duty,
We gave our all.


Written by David Boyce
30 May 2004

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