The following is something that sort of came to me after the shock of that day. I thought I’d post it here as my way to mark the day, five years later.
I don’t now – nor have I ever – claim to be anything resembling a poet. I simply needed to write something, especially during those days. I can only imagine this to be one of thousands of similar writings from that time.
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Pieces of a Flag On a sunny Tuesday morning, it could have been any normal day.
Many of our East coast friends went about beginning in their usual way.
Coffee cup’s filling, friendly “Good morning’s” and the day’s work being prepped,
While in the skies above them the fingers of an unseen evil crept.
We lost a lot of friends that day, both in New York and in D.C.
The shock of what has happened is, even now, still hitting me.
There was one plane of four that by heroism, did not reach its mark.
The courage shown by those passengers is the epitome of freedoms’ spark.
Thousands in the Standing Stripes and as many in the Star,
Would never have fair warning of their fates sealed from afar.
Men who hate our pride and freedom and want to make us pay,
How could we have known, for this, they’d take our friends away?
Four planes, full of innocents, by evil-doers turned into missile’s,
Turned a peaceful morning into the noise of sirens, screams and whistles.
We watched…frozen…awestruck, as they tore into our country’s heart.
This nation, by resolve, will prove cowards cannot pull our flag apart.
We bid goodbye to innocence that day at the hands of those morally depraved.
But what they keep forgetting is WE’RE AMERICA, Home of the Brave!!
We will rebuild…We must move on, and yes, we’ll overcome,
And to those we’ve lost we make this vow…we’ll remember you…every one.
Dedicated to “The Trio”…
Friends I lost in the World Trade Center.
D. L. Anderson
Regarding 09/11/01″
