By Eliza Downer

One normal autumn day

Lurking darkness flew

Few knew of the coming evil

Morning coffee, rushed goodbyes, final hugs

Clocked in, ready to work

Lunch break, stay or leave?

A loud crash, confusion, unknown

Run confused to the light

Firemen gear up

Rush to the scene

They ran, yet not away

Toward the smoke

Toward unknown death

Tears were shed

We grew as a nation

The day the towers fell

Rising from the ashes

We are not defeated

Eliza DownerEliza Downer is a teacher by day and a writer by night. She can often be found hiking in the nearby ranges of Colorado or sipping a cup of coffee. She lives with her parents and 11 siblings. To read more of her writings, go to