ICONS OF THE
SKYLINE
Spiraling towards
the sky
and standing tall
and proud
These icons of the skyline
a grave to a large
crowd
A grave to brave and mighty,
a grave to father
and sons
A grave to mothers and daughters
and a grave to
everyone
September the eleventh in the year
Two Thousand and
One
We realized that destructiveness,
can come to any one
The security we felt,
in the days before
the attack
Will never be taken for granted,
and we will one day
get it back
Once the lives of strangers,
just people far
away
We found out in our hearts,
that we will miss
them everyday
We may not know their names,
our paths may never
cross
But deep inside my heart,
is the emptiness
from their sad loss
I know that feeling of a losing a loved one,
and the feeling of
being alone,
But I have never lost a loved one,
whom I hope never
known
I lost at least two thousand
on that day that
will never end
I lost a feeling of security.
I lost thousands
who could have Been my friend
The towers that lay in ruins
and entomb the
shells of man
Will forever be a reminder
that we must do
what we can
We must learn to love and cherish
each day that
starts anew
We must put aside
petty struggles,
we must be a nation
strong And true
The skyline of New York
will never be the
same
But just like the Great Phoenix
we will rise out of
the flame
Through hurt and pain and anger,
we will deal with
how we feel
Although within our minds,
this day will never
seem real
We will struggle with feelings of sadness,
we will go through
times of hate
We may even question if there’s a God above,
how could he allow
this fate
No matter how we cope
with this terrorist
attack
By the Grace of God in Heaven..
The United States
of America will bounce back
This country was built of blood,
and tears of many
men
This countries strength will never fail ,
and upon it freedom
Descends
Though a few soulless bastards ,
tried to take her
down
She still stand great and powerful
though now she
holds a Frown
In her hands she holds the wrath
that will seek out
And destroy
In countries of the wicked
from where this act
was Deployed
Some final words of wisdom
to that country are
Written in this last line
I hope your souls belong to God
because your arses
Are now Mine
September the 11th
was a day that
angels were seen
Angels wearing hard hats
and arrived on
trucks with Sirens
Angels wearing badges
and angels wearing
white
And some two and a half thousand
who to Heaven on
that very Day took flight
God bless the little children,
the parents and the
Friends
Who lost someone very special
on that day that
will Never end
It will be forever with us,
and forever we will
say
September 11th 2001
will forever
be the longest day
Poem written 25th September 2001
Barbara Smethurst
albar@smethurst2405.freeserve.co.uk
