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Posted by MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo on 11/3/2002, 0:42:49
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Also for your kind words. There's hardly any traffic on this message board. But what there is, makes up in quality... Again thanks for dropping in. Semper Fidelis Ricardo --Previous Message-- : : --Previous Message-- : I got this in an E-Mail, thought it was : great. : So I'm posting it here. : Enjoy! : TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911) : Two thousand one, nine eleven : Three thousand plus arrive in heaven : As they pass through the gate, : Thousands more appear in wait : A bearded man with stovepipe hat : Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, 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 said, "Your dream still : lives." : Groups of soldiers in blue and gray : Others in khaki, and green then say : "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the : Maine" : The Newcomer said, "You died not in : vain." : From a man on sticks one could hear : "The only thing we have to fear. : The Newcomer said, "We know the rest, : trust us sir, we've passed that test." : "Courage doesn't hide in caves : You can't bury freedom, in a grave," : The Newcomers had heard this voice before : A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport : shores : A silence fell within the mist : Somehow the Newcomer knew that this : Meant time had come for her to say : What was in the hearts of the five thousand : plus that day : "Back on Earth, 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 rubbled streets and twisted beams : Death, destruction, smoke and dust : And people working just 'cause they must : Hauling ash, lifting stones, : Knee deep in hell, but not alone : "Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, : Yellowman : Side by side helping their fellow man!" : So said Martin, as he watched the scene : "Even from nightmares, can be born a : dream." : Down below three firemen raised : The colors high into ashen haze : 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 see fear." : "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 who've never : met you : All of their lives, they'll never forget you : Don't you see what has happened? : Don't you see what you've done? : You've brought them together, together as : one. : With that the man in the stovepipe hat said : "Take my hand," and from there he : led : three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to : heaven : On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven : Author UNKNOWN : : Semper Fidelis : Ricardo : : : :

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Message Thread: A Great Poem about 9/11/2001 - MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo 10/4/2002, 14:09:30 That is such a great poem. Thank you for sharing. - marinemama77 11/1/2002, 12:49:27 marinemama77 thanks for dropping in - MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo 11/3/2002, 0:42:49 « Back to thread

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