We Remember

"A Date Which Will Live in Infamy"
- Franklin D. Roosevelt December 8, 1941

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In Memorial

  ~~Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven~~ 

     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 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, 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 

  AN ORIGINAL POEM BY
  Paul Spreadbury for the children

Two Flags of History

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In remeberance of the lives lost and sacrificed to terrorism in the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and on the planes that were used as instruments of destruction. We love you and do solemnly swear that we will remember!

As Americans we are a family. We fight and fuss and argue like all precocious siblings. As siblings nobody else messes with our brothers and sisters without messing with the whole clan! Anyone who fails to remember this innate fact about Americans, well buddy, you are in for one helluva a surprise. September 11, 2001, will be a date engraved into a tatoo with a poisoned pen upon the heart of every American. Just as the date from above will remain,although we have not forgotten - we have learned to cope. It matters not whether we as Americans are Black, White, Asian, Indian, Native, European, Latin, Jewish, Catholic, Islamic, Protestant or even Gay. WE ARE FAMILY, and we will have Justice. - Mikhala - September 11, 2001.



WARPAINT

"I love mankind, it's people I can't stand." - Charles Schultz




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We will not forget.




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