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To you for posting this

To whomever wrote it for their touching words.

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 20 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 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.

I'd give credit to the author but I don't know who it is...

-- Modified on 9/10/2006 9:58:12 PM

Eagle442541 reads

with your beautiful words, that the struggle for freedom never ends.

Great poem, thanks for posting it. I can think like that but I sure can't put it into words so meaningful. May I suggest everyone look to the front page of St. Paul's Sunday paper, an incredible story about Tom Burnett's (he of Bloomington and Flight 93) daughter, who was given up for adoption and just recently discovered that Tom was her birth father.

I agree, very nice tribute on this very important and tragic day in our history.  Notwithstanding the beautiful message, the poem should be reworked to reflect that Iwo Jima was in Feb-March of 1945, not 1944.  Iwo was probably the most brutal fighting of WWII and over 5,000 brave Marines died there.

Thanks for the poem Fletch!  How very thoughtful of you to share.
xo
Wendy

Natalie783167 reads

Let us not forget how lucky we are to live here and have the freedoms that we do. One of my favorite quotes is "If you are reading this in english, thank a Soldier, If you can read this at all, thank a Teacher.".

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