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*This poem stemmed from something I witnessed today. A car accident. Read the poem, it'll tell you what happened.*
I heard your car speed past my house,
and I wondered what made such a noise.
I saw nothing, just a cloud of dirt and rocks,
but in my head I heard the cries of three boys.
Walking down the street, I saw the car,
and I was frozen in complete shock.
Could this be real, what I was looking at,
two of the three laying on the sidewalk.
One of them was thrown from the car,
and he was being lifted into the ambulance.
I heard the cries of the boys parents,
even from the very great distance.
The cops were saying that drugs were to blame,
and I had to keep myself from falling down.
Standing there in silence, all I could see,
was the alcohol bottles that they found.
The windshield had been completely shattered,
from the impact when they hit the fence.
I kept wondering if they'd be alright,
but I just couldn't stand the suspense.
It's been a few hours, and I can't stop crying,
why did they have to drive too fast?
I can only hope those boys will be okay,
and that this can all be put in the past.
Briana Coulter
08.26.08
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