September 11th

A New Day Comes

Tuesday morn the sun crept up
to show its shiny face.
A day begun, a day to be won
by all whose faith is in grace.

A glimmering frost nestled on our flag
perched high atop the towers
to light the world with hopes so high
of unity beyond our powers.

Today a new day of normal routine
to be struck by awful terror.
A flying beast rode through the sky
filled with workers, kids and their prayers.

An awful strike, a blow to the wall
debris floating to the ground.
Screams of fright, cries of terror
to loved ones all around.

“A fatal crash, that’s all it is,”
raced through the minds of people.
Unknown to them the danger they’re in
up high on this burning steeple.

Awfully soon they realized
the end was near to them.
Phone calls home to ones so dear
before now becomes then.

Video’s rolling of this tragedy
as another came flying in.
They realized this was no mistake
as the world began to spin.

Not one or two, but four planes crashed
before the day was done.
Rescuers, policemen, media and more
saw them plummet under the sun.

The whole wide world, struck with awe,
grieved for the dying people.
Tens, hundreds, thousands and more
died in those crumpling steeples.

September eleventh, two thousand one
a day to be remembered
by all of those who lost someone
in those hot burning embers.

Wednesday morn the sun crept up
to show it’s shiny face
a day begun, a day to be won
by all whose faith is in grace.

A glimmering frost nestled on our flag
perched atop our homes for hours.
A new day comes, our hopes still high
of unity beyond our powers.






We will never forget.