• On a cold December day my class gathered on the street. And though it was freezing, we showed our great respect. For it was all in purpose that we shivered on the sidewalk. For the persession was on its way and we would all stand witness.

    The hearses all shined in the false suns light.
    The first passed by,
    We put a hand over our hearts.
    The second came,
    we bowed are heads.
    The third moved on,
    we stared in sadness.
    The forth continued,
    we waved good bye.
    They were followed closely by limo upon limo. They must have be huge families. Which made it that much worse. After the last one past our sight the police showed up behind.
    Cruisers, cycles, swat vans, fire trucks,ambulances' and such. From all over the country. It seemed to us that millions past as we just stood and watched. For hours in the cold I waited in awe by the shear mass of it all. Everything but the vehicles were still, as each citizen grieved in silence.

    Four fallen heros came and went across my very eyes and in there wake there loved ones waited, each torn up inside. You could see on each one of them the misery that hit them.
    While it inspired me, it also gave melancholy. To see our city gather to celebrate the felled.
    At least i'll always known that they will not be forgotten.