Dawning of the day

• Claire Moran, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2004

The dawning of the day rises,
It brings smoke and fear,
Once beauty and sunshine,
Now only bodies lie here.

Families and children,
sprawled across the site,
A slumber they will not awake from,
Now angels taken flight.

The steady pace of sirens,
gets louder as they draw near,
Screams and shouts from the injured,
friends and relatives in tears.

Rubble and debris carefully removed,
Onlookers asked to stay away,
But they can not bewildered by,
the dawning of the day.