A Soldier's Poem

[btb87]

Hope you enjoy it.

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.

A ll 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

[treblk]

This is from an Alpha from KAZO..I thought that it would be good here.



DEEP.

That's all I can say about this day two years ago....DEEP!

Two years ago, a lot of people found out for the first time exactly how HATED this country really is.

Two years ago...we all stopped at some point...even if only temporarily..and thought about any of our relatives who might have been in those buildings or in the area.

Two years ago...I was reminded of how important my brother was to me, when all of a sudden my father and I realized that he was on an 8am flight to Pennyslyvania.

Two years ago...America found out what it feels like to have our freedom invaded and be BULLIED...similar to the way we've been bullying these smaller countries.

Two years ago... a mother woke up in the morning....got dressed.... kissed her husband and kids goodbye....and had no idea that was the last time she was ever going to see them.

Two years ago... people had to choose between burning to death or jumping out of a high rise window. WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DECIDED?

Two years ago.... for the first time in MY life...I actually saw America TRULY joined together for something powerful. Color didn"t matter! Political affiliation didn't matter. Social class didn't matter. Money didn't matter. Gang affiliation didn't matter. Your employment history didn't matter. An argument you may have had with a loved one didn't matter. All that mattered was freedom. And everybody embraced each other.

Two years ago was DEEP! I look around today...I think we've lost most of that passion.

[CrimsonTide4]

This Common Carrier brought us a frozen load of Gilroy Foods today.

This truck was awesome. . .
They thought this would be a nice tribute to the people that lost their lives.
It has every name of each person that lost their life on 9-11.

This concept was thought up by John and Amy Holmgren. They live in Shafer Minn, and totally paid for by them.
John says he will be awhile paying the loan off that he had to take out to do it, but thought this was the least he could do.

Applied Graphics in Fargo ND did most of the work and Paul Kosenski did the Hand painting.

He said that he has gotten pulled over 3 times
by the police just to get their picture taken by this truck.
(I would have pulled him over too!!)


It is called the Rolling 9-11 Memorial, it has all the names of the people that were killed on that day and the flights they were on plus some other graphics on the side of the Tractor.

[CrimsonTide4]

A SOLDIER'S POEM

Your hero is talking
I didn't die for my country, I died for his greed.
Blaming some "enemy," making us follow his lead.
I knew it was my duty, to fight in our wars,
But I trusted in him to take the right course.
I guess I was wrong to think he valued our creed,
To deter war if at all possible, fight only in need.
A great lesson is learned by watching our man,
He acts on his own and endangers our land.
Stand by the soldiers that signed up to serve,
Vote for justice and our lives to preserve.
I am not a pawn to be lost while the "king" simply kneels,
His party striving for power, while our country reels.
Pray to Allah this murderous plot comes to an end,
For God's name is marred with every troop that he sends.
I would have gladly paid taxes and bought gas at two-seventy-five,
To have a better economy and still be alive.
Don't blame the "enemy" for my shortened life,
Reserve that blame for the one that concocted this strife.
Osama Bin Laden was the one we fingered for blame,
Saddam Hussein was not even in the game.
I see the connection between your father and you,
If I were alive, I could tell you the truth.
Keep fighting YOUR wars with American lives,
But shiny new boxes can't comfort our wives.
To elect someone else is my only hope,
You should be glad that dead men can't vote.

"Dead American soldier"



(I got this from the Russ Parr message board. )