Tuesday, September 11, 2007
I think we all know exactly where we were and what we were doing on that horrible Sept. morning six years ago. Our lives would never be the same, we would never feel really safe again. So many lives lost, so much damage done. I wrote a poem and would like to share it with you today.
Oh, beautiful for spacious skies
This land so dear to me
How could anyone be so cruel
A coward it must be
You can't destroy a land so great
No matter how you try
For America is in our hearts
We fly our colors high
More united from this awful act
We're Americans; proud and grand
We wept for the cruel injustice
Now its time we take a stand
From the rubble and destruction
An inner strength was born
Hear the chanting of "USA"
Beware, the eagle mourns
You have not heard the last of us
A country strong and free
You cannot break our spirit
Freedom is meant to be
Sept. 15, 2001
Posted by One Of The Girls at 6:35 AM
Dragonheart posted at 7:25 AM
We remember all those who lost their lives on that horrible day.
The Meezers posted at 8:40 AM
mommy remembers that horrible day. she was going to do a tribute, but she got so upset and sobby and cryie that she could not finish it. She says that Sept 11 was the most traumatic day of her life.
hi and huggles to our bestest furriends.
DEBRA posted at 9:10 AM
Our Momma was sick with shingles on 9/11/01 and she was sitting right in our den in the front of the TV and she saw the destruction as it happened. She will never forget...Toni your poem is just beautiful.
Caesar and Princess posted at 9:50 AM
This is a beautiful poem. We love it!
Karen Jo posted at 10:21 AM
That is a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Daisy posted at 12:30 PM
You made a very beautiful poem. Something straight from your heart is the best way to pay tribute.
William posted at 12:56 PM
How beautiful. Now my mom is crying.
Edsel/The Pooch posted at 6:12 PM
that is a beautiful poem, calico Mom. my Mom told me about how she got real upset that day. they watched on tv at work all day how awful everything was. when she was drivin' home from work, she saw a little tiny kitten on the expressway median. she did a loop around, came back, parked her car on the side of the road and tried to find the kitten. a policeman stopped and tried to help her find the kitten. they didn't. she said she sobbed all the way home 'cause she couldn't help all those poor, poor people, but she wanted to help that kitten and couldn't do that either. she went back a couple times, even took food, but it was just gone.
Samantha & Tigger posted at 6:39 PM
That poem is beautiful! Mom was finishing some college classes and didn't know what was going on. She got home and watched the towers fall and she kept watching the whole day. Dad was an over the road truck driver at the time and his work made them all come home and they stayed out for a few days! We shall never forget!
This day always bring tears to her eyes!
Your FL furiends,
Derby posted at 6:46 PM
Thank you for a wonderful poem and tribute to those who gave their all on that day. We will never forget.
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