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.
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The
Power of One
by
Dr
Cheryl Sawyer
University
of Houston-Clear Lake
Copyright © 2001
As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
We became one color.
As we carried each other down the
stairs of the burning building,
We became one class.
As
we lit candles of waiting and hope,
We became one generation.
As the firefighters and police officers
fought their way into the inferno,
We became one gender.
As
we fell to our knees
in prayer for strength,
We became one faith.
As we whispered or shouted
words of encouragement,
We spoke one language.
As
we gave our blood in lines a mile long,
We became one body.
As we mourned together the great loss,
We became one family.
As
we cried tears of grief and loss,
We became one soul.
As
we retell with pride of
the sacrifice of heroes,
We
become one people.
We
are:
One
color
One
class
One
generation
One
gender
One
faith
One
language
One
body
One
family
One
soul
One
people
We are The Power of One.
We
are United.
We are America.
This
candle was lit on the 11th of September, 2001.
Please pass it on to your friends & family so that it
may shine all across America.