On September 11, 2001 the world saw the violent acts of some evil Terrorists! This group of people chose to fly US Commercial Airliners into our World Trade Center (Twin Towers) in NYC (Manhattan, NY) and into the Pentagon Building in Washington, DC. A fourth plane was also hijacked by these terrorists and that plane crashed in PA. The men aboard that plane decided to take the plane back from the terrorists and it crashed.
What a tragedy the World endured on that very dark Tuesday. Things have not been the same since, and never will be. We have entered a new way of life.
Am I afraid? NO!, but I am concerned about our nation and our troops. Our troops are fighting for FREEDOM! When this horrible act was brought to the soils of the United States, yes it hurt. It continues to hurt, but not just we Americans; this tragedy affected people all over the World!
I received many poems and writings in email about this horrible day that these vial, cowardly terrorists decided to raise havoc upon the FREE WORLD! You can read these poems in the 9/11/2001 Tribute section. DO NOT take them without the express written permission of the author listed. They have all been posted with permission from the authors, except where otherwise noted. Thank you!
Blessed Be....
TWO THOUSAND
ONE, NINE ELEVEN
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Five 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
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 '44
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
five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
Author Unknown
If you wrote this and can show me the copyright on it, please let me know and I will gladly give you full credit for this writing or take it down, whichever you would prefer. Thank you.
