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9/11 Poem
« on: Sep 6th, 2006, 3:23pm »
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Not sure who wrote this, but it is very powerful
 
 
Two thousand  one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they  pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded  man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets  chat"
 
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man  named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once he  did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
 
Groups  of soldiers in blue and gray
Groups  of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then  say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer  said, "You died not in vain."
 
From a man on sticks one  could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said,  "We know the rest,
Trust us sir, we've passed that  test."
 
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't  bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice  before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport  shores
 
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the  Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to  say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that  day
 
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our  children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our  songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we  laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're  not"
 
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and  said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and  see
You died for freedom, just like me"
 
Then, before  them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted  beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working  just 'cause they must
 
Hauling ash, lifting  stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Blackman,  Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow  man!"
 
So said Martin, as he watched the  scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
 
Down below three  firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers  above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '45
 
The man on sticks studied  everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw  mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow -- but I don't  see fear."
 
"You left behind husbands and  wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
Are suffering now  because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really  gone.
 
All of those people, even those who've never met  you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see  what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've  brought them together, together as one.
 
With that the man in  the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he  led
Three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this  day, two thousand one, nine eleven
 
Author UNKNOWN (What a shame!)  
 
 
September 11, 2006, will soon be  approaching. On this day, please
wear   red, white and blue to work or  school to show your support for those
who   lost their lives on 9~11~01 and to  honor the heroes who worked to
save   them and the families left behind. At  noon your time on September 11,
2006, no matter where you are or what you are  doing, stop, put your
hand on your heart, and say the Pledge of Allegiance  out loud or to
yourself   and say a prayer for our nation.
 
In  addition, for those of us who drive to work, please drive with
your   headlights  on to also give honor and remembrance to those who perished
on   September  11th.
« Last Edit: Sep 6th, 2006, 3:23pm by Tiannia » IP Logged


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