A Moving Poem

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    (10/11/01 3:22:43 pm)
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    ~~Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven~~

    Two thousand one, nine eleven
    Five 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
    five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
    On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven

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    (10/11/01 4:32:09 pm)
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    That was awesome.

    Always Faithful

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    (10/11/01 7:22:01 pm)
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    A moving poem
    Man!, what a terrific poem!!!
    It has always amazed me of those that have written such lovely and poignant poems and the like and at the end you find out...Author Unknown.

    What a shame, how often we would search out for other writings from that Author. To see more of what they see, to experience more of their world, to be carried away and to share in it. To be fearful or ashamed or to explode with colors and exhaltations as they take us along...forgetting that we are reading words but are experiencing what the Author is experiencing and what he wants for us to experience...to see or be for a little time.

    Sometimes as I said...it could be any of our frailities, or flaws or the more noble of our traits as honor and duty and sacrifice that we feel for just a little while. Written down...we can always come back.

    Does any one know why an Author is Unknown? Chief? Catch? Hawk? Mith? Anyone?...or am I being silly and reading too much into it.

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    (10/12/01 11:17:37 am)
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    Homer,,you are not being silly,

    I wish I could claim writtings such as this,, alas, I can not

    I am humbled when I read something so well written and so moving,,this person has a firm grasp on how to put their feelings into words,, a talented person indeed!

    Stan H ,, nighthawk

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    (10/12/01 12:35:07 pm)
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    That is a very moving poem, and one that I have seen on
    various BBSs and had forwarded to me by several people.
    None had the author's name.

    A lot of people will forward such items and fail to leave the author's name on it. It gets cut during the process of deleting superfluous information. It's a shame, but it happens.

    My "I Don't Want to Be a Sailor" was forwarded to me by several individuals who pulled it from various sources with an "Unknown Author" tag applied to it. This is much better than someone taking credit for it by attaching their name to it or by not even having the courtesy to indicate that they don't know the name of the author. The implication is that they wrote it.

    It's just one of those things that happens when volumes of information is being sent over the net.

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    (10/12/01 10:40:56 pm)
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    Deeply moving poem! Okay, I cried!

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    (10/15/01 8:11:58 am)
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    Thanks for sharing this poem with us. It will be read by a huge number of people here in Southeastern Michigan in a matter of days...


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    (10/16/01 10:20:56 am)
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    Picked that one up off another net. I, too, wish I knew
    who the author is.


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    (11/11/01 1:32:19 am)
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    What an appropriate title. There's nothing more I can say.