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I wrote a poem to commemorate that day and so that future generations could understand what it felt to be alive during then and the years that followed.
9/11 - A Poem
by
SSG (R) Michael T. Leslie
Always pause and remember . . .
(with quiet and reverence)
That horrible 11th of September
When America was raped by violence.
It was another day which shall live in infamy.
For the Land of the Free has a long, long memory.
The stunned Nation watched and held its breath.
Never had it witnessed hour and hour such death.
Heroes were found everywhere on that dark, tragic day.
For many ran toward the horror to rescue and provide aid.
Heroes died in the air, fighting to save lives below.
Heroes battled amid fire, explosions, and smoke.
Then fell the once proud and gleaming World Trade twins,
Reduced to sundered rubble by the plan of evil bin Ladin.
It was the day when America stood in humbled silence,
For it brought rebirth and strength to our governance.
Old Glory on the ruins they hung and displayed
A silent tribute to those Americans lost that day.
The field of blue with 50 white stars rippling o’ the wind
The 13 bands marching from red to white to red
A proud guardian bearing silent witness where many bled
The sleeping giant awoke from its long slumber
Roused as she was long ago on 7th of December.
The never-ending War on Terrorism was born.
For all her lost children, America cries and mourns.
Now many years later on this day America remembers
For the Home of the Brave was reborn from those embers
Once more strong and secure, America stands ready and proud
World hear us now, as we sing our anthem clear and loud.
We will never forget, the 11th of September,
Yes, we shall always, always remember!
