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The Square By Brian Williams As I walked to the square I could see smoke wafting in the air. The cold dark clouds dropping snow Onto the writhing mass below. Bombed-out buildings framed the sky And planes like angry birds flew by. Two armies clashed there in the square With bullets whizzing here and there. But now the armies all had gone And left nothing but destruction. Fallen soldiers lay on the ground Now nothing made a sound. The eerie silence, nothing moving The soldier's blood in rivers flowing. Looking at bodies, I saw my own Silently lying there alone. For many years I watched friends die And could do nothing but st

                                                   Theme for English AP                                             Brian Williams Mrs. Goldstone said, Go home and write a page tonight. Take a cue from Langston Hughes. I think about this for a while, As I drive mile after mile. I drive down many roads, Seeing lawns that have been mowed. I am eighteen, born in Poughkeepsie, To my dad, David, and mom, Jackie. I come home to my house, Nobody home, quiet as a mouse. And as I start to type, This is what I write: For most of the time, I've had music on my mind. I have played Tuba for many years, But when I started, I had ma