Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Wordless: Verse 20

For several days following 9/11 this particular poem was one of most forwarded e-mails around. The poem mentions five thousand plus and we now know the 9/11 victims numbered less than that, however today if we include all of our brave men and women who have died as a result on the War on Terror the number isn't far off. Sadly we aren't as united in one cause as we seemed to be in those very shocking, sad days following 9/11.

Just imagine what we could be doing if we truly united against our enemy....

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 hatSteps 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 20 tears,I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."


"You left behind husbands and wives

Daughters and sons and so many livesare 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 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.
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2 comments:

kailani said...

What a beautiful photo. Makes you feel like everything will be okay.

Tricotine said...

Beautiful photo and very moving poem... :-)

Happy WW!
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Isabelle aka Tricotine
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