Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven
Paul Spreadbury, York Beach, ME
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait.
A tall bearded man,
wearing a stovepipe hat
steps forward and greets them,
Then says, "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 says, "Your dream still lives."
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
"In the land of the living, 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 ruined streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, rubble and dust
And people working just 'cause they must
Knee deep in hell
But not alone
"Look! Blackman, whiteman, brownman, and yellow
Side by side helping their fellow!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
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
"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 you've never met
All of their lives, they'll never forget
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.
The man named Abe stood and said
"Welcome my friends," and from there he led,
five thousand Newcomers, all heroes to heaven
On this day of our Lord, two thousand one nine eleven.
Sept. 12th- Grandparent's Day
We had a nice visit with one set of grandparent's on Sunday. My girls love when they come to visit since they live 2 hours away and we don't see them often. The girls made a card for them that they colored and my 5 yr. old wrote the words and drew some hearts and flowers. It was also neat for me because Grandma had just gotten back from a trip to New York and told me about the experience of being there on 9/11 (gave me goosebumps to hear about it).
Now I'm gearing up for a week away from my husband, but it's not me that's taking the trip... he's headed to New York for job training. I don't think he'll have a chance to do much sightseeing since it's work-related, and he's going to be on the other side of the state so nowhere near New York City, but hey- it's still New York. I've actually never been to New York but would love to go someday...