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A poem I wrote after a trip to NYC, shortly after the tragic events of 9/11/01. Published. |
Driving across the bridge and into the city, I looked at a skyline that once seemed so pretty. I could not believe the sight that I saw it scared and shocked me and left me in awe. Instead of skyscrapers touching the sky, there were plumes of smoke; it made me cry. The site where these massive buildings once stood, was now just a pile of rubble and wood. America the beautiful, America the great... Who would have thought we'd endure such a fate? These people who acted with such hatred and violence, and the thousands of voices that they have now silenced. The families now left without mothers and fathers, parents who now grieve for lost sons and daughters. The brave men and women who risked their own lives, entered the buildings to help those left inside. That ground is now hallowed, sacred and true with the souls that we lost in that September coup. World Trade Center, their final resting place, take comfort in knowing they're in God's embrace. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Writing.Com remembers... . Please stop by this forum to check out the wonderful pieces written in remembrance of those we lost. We will never forget! ![]()
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