April 20, 1999
This page is dedicated to the students, their parents and the teachers of Columbine High School.
Time will heal the wounds, but the memory like the flame that guards the names of those who were lost will always remain.
This is a poem I wrote in the days following the tragedy and wanted to share it with those who view this page. It is untitled, but I do not think one is needed.
Faces
of bravery never known,
Seeds
of sorrow forever sown
In
the hearts and in the minds
Of
the students who attended Columbine.
How
could they have known or even guessed
That
two of their peers so darkly dressed
Would
take their lives and many more
In
such a way to even a perceived score?
A
community waited, a nation prayed
As
images of tragedy were so rapidly displayed
Hours
passed, a story began to unfold
It
was one of horror the students told.
An
uneasy quiet settled as day turned into night
Those
reunited gathered under candlelight
To
wait and pray, rejoice and weep
The
memory of this day they would always keep.
Details
emerged a little at a time
The
outcome of a rampage with no reason or rhyme:
Twenty
four wounded, some in a critical state
Thirteen
dead, all because of senseless hate.
