What Happen September Sixth On Judy Lee? Poem by Amber Lyn Charneski

One later afternoon the sixth of September,
there was a strange glow that I do remember.
When I had been working on my school assignments,
I was fixing a paper to meet the requirements.
But I got distracted by the emergency siren,
so I ran outside and then I broadened my ken.
I saw the smoke as black as night,
I hoped everyone was quite alright.
I got on my bike and rode down the street,
and there was a small crowd that I did meet.
We all stared helplessly at the house aflame,
the fire fighters do there best to tame.
They pull twisted metal onto the sidewalk,
I hear everyone around me start to talk.
I saw a girl younger then me walk toward the house,
she was scared and confused as quiet as a mouse.
She stared at the flames above the support beam,
then there was a name I heard her scream.
She takes a step closer and her scream becomes a cry,
I see a neighbor and mother go to help the girl get by.
She lead the girl away fromthe house that was on fire,
helping this young girl was her only desire.
When I looked around me to see all the faces,
I saw people I knew from different places.
I saw friends and foes all come together,
and they did everything they could tether.
It's so amazing to see these neighbors united,
all because of this one nights fire fighted.
So this is all just a distant memory,
from the street named Judy Lee.