HOPE AS HIGH AS TOWERS
A poem of 9/11

An original poem by Carol Goodman

THE AIR WAS WARM, THE SUN WAS BRIGHT
THE SKY A PERFECT BLUE.
A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER
WAS STARTING OUT ANEW.

THE CROWDS WERE GOING ON THEIR WAY-
THEN SUDDENLY ALL WAS SHATTERED.
THE PLANES CAME OUT FROM BRIGHT BLUE SKIES,
AND NOTHING ELSE MUCH MATTERED.

THE TERRORISTS HAD HIT THEIR MARK.
BOTH TOWERS FELL THAT DAY!
THE WORLD WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME.
TO HEAL WE HAD TO PRAY.

RESPONDERS CAME FROM EVERYWHERE
TO RESCUE, HELP AND SAVE.
THE NATION’S BEST AUTHORITIES
SHOWED HOW THEY COULD BE BRAVE.

THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED SEEMED A BLUR.
WERE LOVED ONES REALLY DEAD?
AND POEPLE HOPED THEY WOULLDN’T HEAR
THE NEWS THAT THEY WOULD DRED.

THE NATION RAGED IN DISBELIEF
WITH PATRIOTISM HIGH,
AND VOWED THAT WE WOULD BUILD AGAIN
AND NEVER JUST STAND BY!

THE TWISTED METAL AND DEBRIS
THAT LAID AGAINST DARK SKIES
COULD NOT DETER OUR HOPES AND DREAMS.
SOME DAY AGAIN WE’D RISE.

JUST LIKE THE LITTLE TREE THAT DAY
THAT FELT THE HARD ATTACK;
SURVIVED AND GREW MUCH STRONGER…
LIKE US, IT HAS COME BACK!

IT’S TRUE THE YEARS HAVE COME AND GONE
AND HOPE HAS BEEN OUR GUIDE.
OUR SPIRIT HELPS US LOOK AHEAD
WITH HEARTS SO FULL OF PRIDE.

AND NOW WE KNOW THAT WE ARE STRONG.
THE SKIES AGAIN ARE BLUE.
UNITED WITH OUR HOPE AND PRIDE…
WE KNOW WHAT WE MUST DO.