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Wednesday, July 25, 2007


Beneath this rubble lies the spirit
Of America.
Rumbling, mumbling as she is
Suddenly stirred from her slumber.
As the one who is frightened awake by a sound
And not knowing exactly from whence
It comes, she moves to investigate.
She is Armed and ready to defend her house
For she knows it was not just the wind
Blowing through the trees...
It was evil that brought this sound
This sound of weeping
This sound of sorrow...
And The commander's cries--
Shouts of War
All from bended knees.

Cynthia H. Green
September 15, 2001
In Memory of those who lost their lives in the terrorist attack on America September 11, 2001


Delia said...

This is such a beautifully written poem about such a tragedy in all of our lives. Thank you for sharing it here.

C. H. Green said...

Thank you for my first comment and for the nice compliment!

thethinker said...

Wow. This is beautiful. It makes me wish that I could write poetry.