Today,
a sadness echoed across the news and on social media and the silence of
tragedy settled over the village of Rockville Centre. Villagers
reminisced about a day in the past, September 11, 2001, that took the lives of
48 residents in the attack on the World Trade Towers. The past loomed
largely before us as the names of the fallen were read and so we remember
the past on this #911Day.
"Thirteen years
after small and hateful minds conspired to break us,
America stands tall
and America stands proud.
And guided by the
values that sustain us,
we will only grow
stronger."
President Obama at
the Pentagon
September 11, 2104
Vintage Postcard adapted for 9/11 Tribute by Carol Varsalona |
Please listen to this touching song by Lee Greenwood that was played over and again during the days following 9/11.
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The following is a
sampling of hashtags devoted to 9/11:
#911
#911Anniversary
#911Day
#remembrance day
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One month following the attack of 9-11, eleven year old Aaron Walsh
wrote the following poem in his school notebook, trying to make sense of this
horrible thing that had happened.
I Hold in My Hands
~ Aaron Walsh, 2001
I hold in my hands ...
The dust.
The dust and wreckage of the towers.
Even though I wasn't there,
I can still feel it.
It has damaged my hands with dirt.
It has damaged my heart with sorrow.
It has damaged my body with fear,
and it has damaged my life with war.
The dust.
The dust and wreckage of the towers.
Even though I wasn't there,
I can still feel it.
It has damaged my hands with dirt.
It has damaged my heart with sorrow.
It has damaged my body with fear,
and it has damaged my life with war.
I hold in my hands ...
My life.
My life could soon be filled with war,
cruelty at its worst.
Miles away, I can hear the planes' roaring engines, gliding through the air.
My life.
My life could soon be filled with war,
cruelty at its worst.
Miles away, I can hear the planes' roaring engines, gliding through the air.
I hold in my hands ...
My future.
My life ahead.
Whether it will be filled with war or peace, we will not know.
My future keeps me going from dawn to dusk.
My future.
My life ahead.
Whether it will be filled with war or peace, we will not know.
My future keeps me going from dawn to dusk.
I hold in my hands ...
Hope.
Hope for the future.
Hope for peace.
Hope for my country's freedom.
And hope for America to win this war on terrorism.
http://www.celebrate-american-holidays.com/9-11-Poems.html
HOPE IS WHAT WE MUST HOLD ON TO!
Hope.
Hope for the future.
Hope for peace.
Hope for my country's freedom.
And hope for America to win this war on terrorism.
http://www.celebrate-american-holidays.com/9-11-Poems.html
HOPE IS WHAT WE MUST HOLD ON TO!
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It's Poetry Friday so stop by A Child Can Be...+The Poetry Friday Roundup to read Renee LaTulippe's charming poem about her boys and the offerings of a variety of writers.
Watch for the news of the unveiling of the Summer Serenity Gallery this weekend.It has been an exciting journey for me.
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