poems and essays on September 11, 2001
Where The Towers Once Stood
John J. Hacker
Lady Liberty looks back over her shoulder
At a backdrop, marred by cowardice.
A pit of smoldering ruins,
Is all that remains
Of one her many icons.
From her spot in the harbor,
She sees a world forever changed by hatred.
A hatred, rooted towards the very Freedoms,
That form the foundation of her great Nation.
Once filled with anger and vengeance,
She focuses, now, on Determination and Hope.
She draws Strength and Resolve,
From the kindred spirit of so many of her own
A People, United with a renewed sense of Pride.
With Her Colors flying High
She looks to the Skies, with eager anticipation,
Hoping to catch a glimpse,
Of a Beloved old Friend in Flight.
As the sun sets and day turns to night,
She catches sight on the western Horizon
Of a Brilliant Silhouette taking to the skies.
A great sense of exhilaration
Overcomes the Statuesque Beauty standing at post,
Fighting back tears and images she will never forget,
She gazes at the magnificence of this winged Beast,
Soaring ever-so gracefully and peacefully high above.
Where The Towers Once Stood.
originally posted at the WriteGallery on February 24, 2002
Poem © 2002 John J. Hacker, all rights reserved
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