(another true poem about a memory for creative writing class)
I remember the crash like it was yesterday,
We were in school and a bus was late,
Everyone wondering what could be their fate,
The bus had flipped and rolled down a hill,
Many were hurt two nearly killed,
Brent thrown out the window,
And Shawna as we know,
Was pinned between the bus
And the ground, unlike the rest of us,
She was nearly killed butgot rushed away,
She had internal bleeding and her chance did sway,
A few days later we all heard the greives,
Shawna had died and her body was at ease,
Any people were crying, and everyone was sad,
But as for Shawna, she probably was glad,
To be gone from the pain that made her so sad.
