but no one will forget that September day.
When the strongest people and the bravest souls
risked their lives to go below.
The crashing towers falling down
spreading saddness all around.
We felt bravery for those who knew the cost,
and we felt saddness for all the ones we lost.
But out of the rubble rose wings of Hope
For our answers we look to the heavans
and remember September 11th.
3 comments:
Good poem. I have certainly thought a lot about the happenings of that day. Very very sad. I pray it never happens again.
Great, great post.
Like the flag.
Ralph
Thanks for a great poem D. Good to hear from you. Stop by sometime.
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