THIS POEM WAS SENT TO ME BY MY GOOD FRIEND NANCYB FROM NJ.

 
 

WHOEVER WROTE THIS SHOULD STEP FORWARD AND CLAIM THIS POEM.
 THE WORDS ARE VERY POWERFUL!

 Two thousand one, nine eleven
 Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
 As they pass through the gate,
 Thousands more appear in wait
 A bearded man with stovepipe hat
 Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
 They settle down in seats of clouds
 A man named Martin shouts out proud

 "I have a dream!" and once he did
 The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
 Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
 Others in khaki, and green then say
 "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
 The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
 From a man on sticks one could hear
 "The only thing we have to fear.

 The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
 trust us sir, we've passed that test."
 "Courage doesn't hide in caves
 You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
 The Newcomers had heard this voice before
 A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
 A silence fell within the mist
 Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
 Meant time had come for her to say
 What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day

 "Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
 Watched our children play in sports
 Worked our gardens, sang our songs
 Went to church and clipped coupons
 We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
 Unlike you, great we're not"
 The tall man in the stovepipe hat
 Stood and said, "don't talk like that!
 Look at your country, look and see
 You died for freedom, just like me"

 Then, before them all appeared a scene
 Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
 Death, destruction, smoke and dust
 And people working just 'cause they must
 Hauling ash, lifting stones,
 Knee deep in hell, but not alone
 "Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
 Side by side helping their fellow man!"

 So said Martin, as he watched the scene
 "Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
 Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
 The soldiers above had seen it before
 On Iwo Jima back in '44
 The man on sticks studied everything closely
 Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
 "I see pain, I see tears,
 I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."

 "You left behind husbands and wives
 Daughters and sons and so many lives
 are suffering now because of this wrong
 But look very closely. You're not really gone.
 All of those people, even those who've never met you
 All of their lives, they'll never forget you
 Don't you see what has happened?
 Don't you see what you've done?
 You've brought them together, together as one.
 With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
 "Take my hand," and from there he led
 five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
 On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven