Running With Quills: SEMTEMBER 11

Monday, September 11, 2006

SEMTEMBER 11

We join together in remembering the terrible losses of this day, five years ago. Our world changed forever that day, but may we always stand together in our determination to keep our country safe.

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Tammy said...: Two Thousand One - Nine - Eleven
Author Unknown

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, "Let's sit and 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,
Others in khaki and green then say,
"We're from Yorktown, Bull Run, the Maine."
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."

From a man in a wheelchair 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 Yankee's twang from Hyannisport shores.

A silence fell within the mist.
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant the time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the three 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.
But 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 in the wheelchair 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.

I cried when I read this and thought you might like to read it as well.; 1:51 PM
Cher B said...: Tammy - That poem says it all. God bless.; 5:24 PM
Ranurgis said...: A wonderful and poignant tribute. May we who believe in democracy always have the courage to overcome adversity and stand together.; 7:37 PM
DFender said...: Whatta wonderful blog post!Thankfully it seems that none of the world's losses on 9/11/01 will go unremembered.

God bless the souls lost (and found) in Shanksville, P.A., Washington D.C., and New York City on that day.

May those that fight for our freedoms and liberties be kept safe.; 3:32 AM

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