(All images copyright E. Huntley, 2001)
Thanks to R.G.Bailey for the Enya midi files
One Year Later
I watch the pipes, the color guard
The mourners with their flowers .
The dust blows high and takes me back
To smoke and ruined towers.
It's one year later so they say
And time will heal the wounds.
The pit is cleared, the steel is gone,
But I can hear the sounds.
The bugles drown the whipping wind,
The names have all been read,
But I still see the twisted steel,
I still cry for the dead.
I cry for loss of innocence,
Our country now is blessed
With knowledge that we are not safe,
We stand with all the rest.
We stand united, free and proud,
And take our proper place
Among the world community,
Whose terrors we now face.
No longer mindless of the threat,
The knowledge makes us strong.
As one we face the future now.
Remembrance is our Song.
Christine A. Stanton Sept 2002
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