The Eagle is Crying
The eagle is crying
As she soars high above
Over a terrible tragedy
On the land she loves.
Her heart is breaking
Over the tragedy of it all
A tear slips from her eye
As the towers begin to fall.
Her people are screaming
And running in fear
Searching and crying
For loved ones held dear.
Cowardly demons
Streaking through the air
Taking many innocent lives
Without a single care.
The American flag
Stands tall and still flying
Looking forward to the day
Our eagle stops crying.
MichelleZ10@aol.com
September 13, 2001 ©
This poem was sent to me by a friend, I thought it deserved a place here.
Reprinted exactly as I recieved it.
Hope in the Harbor
She stood in the harbor's morning light,
And saw the planes fly by.
She watched them plunge into towers of steel,
As flames leaped toward the sky.
She listened through thunderous crashing & booms
And heard our people cry.
Yet, still, the Statue of Liberty
Held the symbol of freedom high.
We watch the story unfold on the news,
As helpers continue to try;
We hope for the best as they struggle to dig
Before any survivors may die.
We listen to news anchors looking for details,
Through hundreds of expert's eyes.
And, still, the Statue of Liberty
Holds the symbol of freedom high.
As we gather our children around us and listen
To questions of how and why,
As we ponder the reasons that they'll comprehend,
And begin with a heavy sigh,
We can tell them the truth, that our comfort & strength
Come from knowing that God is nigh;
And that, still, the Statue of Liberty
Holds the symbol of freedom high.
~LuAnn Strine Phillips~2001 ©
America The Beautiful
America the beautiful,
America the free,
America my homeland,
What have they done to thee?
The hate that festers 'round the world,
We hoped to keep at bay,
Has finally broken down our walls,
And come to roost this day.
The nameless, faceless cowards,
That brought the city tumbling down,
Forgot that this great country,
Will always rally round.
Filled with smoke and flames this night,
The city wears a shroud,
Yet turn your eyes upon the bay,
Where Liberty still stands proud!
America the beautiful,
America the free,
America my homeland,
The Land Of Liberty!
~Author unknown to me~
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