Salute to America

I have found  it too difficult to write about this tragedy, but admire those that are able to do so.  I've included works here that have been e-mailed to me.   If you have any you would like to include, I'd be happy to post them.  God Bless.

The Lady

I wonder what she thought
As she stood there, strong and tall.
She couldn't turn away,
She was forced to watch it all.

Did she long to offer comfort
As her country bled?
With her arm forever frozen
High above her head.

She could not shield her eyes
She could not hide her face
She just stared across the water
Keeping Freedom's place.

The smell of smoke and terror
Somehow reduced her size
So small within the harbor
But still we recognized...

How dignified and beautiful
On a day so many died
I wonder what she thought,
And I know she must have cried.

Author Unknown

 

 

A  "911" Call To God 

As the World Trade Centers crumbled, our lives were crumbled too, 
So God, We're dialing 911 - "We need to talk to you!" 
We tried to see your face today, but God we could not see, 
The smoke and fire engulfed us, we screamed, "How can this be?" 

We're watching now with horror, God, as thousands lose their lives, 
At the hands of cold cruel killers, using planes that fly our skies. 
We're weeping, praying, crying God, our faith in You now wanes, 
Where were you God this morning?  Who piloted those planes? 

We know you love America, you've blessed us many ways, 
But God, this scene is so surreal, the world is in a daze. 
This Nation's "Under God," you know, so will you please come near, 
We need to feel your presence, Lord, our lives are filled with fear. 

We need your guidance now, Oh Lord, we simply cannot cope, 
This tragedy has ripped away, our life, our love, our hope. 
And God, these loved ones left behind, need strength beyond compare, 
Their lives are shattered, all is gone, please show them that you care. 

Please put your arms around them, draw them close unto your breast, 
Heal their wounds and mend their hearts, hold them high above the rest. 

As you summon Heavens angels, to prepare them for the day, 
And you wait at Heaven's portal for our loved ones on their way, 
Will you please be sure to tell them that their lives were not in vain, 
That freedom's bells though silenced, will surely ring again. 

We know your heart is heavy too, as you stand at Heaven's door, 
And watch these deadly scenes unfold, through hate we so deplore. 

Yes... 
Though freedom's bells were silenced for a moment on this date, 
They will ring out loudly once again, as love outweighs the hate. 

Author, 
Fran Maiers 
fmaiers@aol.com 

Once again our nation is brought to its knees - this time with such force, we 
question whether or not we will ever be able to get up again.  As tears 
stream down my face, the only solace I can find is in a pen as I ask God to 
give me a few words that might touch even one person, whose life has been
changed forever this morning.  These words came to me as I prayed and cried for
fellow Americans I do not even know - but for whom my heart aches 
today...Fran Maiers

 

The Binch

Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! The whole U.S. way!
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families! They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"

Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,

And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in Uville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.

"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea--an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"

The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow -- 
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!

He stared down at Uville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in Uville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN'T stopped Uville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.

So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.

For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!

Author Unknown

 

I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.

I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little higher
My colors a little truer.

I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped.
I am saluted.
I am loved.
I am revered.
I am respected.
I am feared.

I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh, and Appomattox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, in the trenches of France, in the Argonne
Forest, at Anzio and Rome, and on the beaches of Normandy and Guam.
Okinawa, Korea and Vietnam know me=E2=80=94I was there.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battle-worn and tired, but my soldiers
cheered me and I was proud.

I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have
helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.

I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my
country.
And when it's by those whom I've served in battle, it hurts.
But I shall overcome, for I am strong.

I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted
frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.

When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades
on the battlefield
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier
Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of
their fallen son or daughter, I am proud.

My name is Old Glory, long may I wave!

 

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