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The Lady

By: Dana Holland

I wonder what she thought

As she stood there, strong and tall.

She couldn’t 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 this was

And i know she must have cried.

 

GOD BLESS US ALL!!!!!!!!!!!


written September 11, 2001

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