In Praise of Heroes
Amidst the ash and rubble
heroes stop to cry,
and pray for those who perished
as Old Glory waves nearby.
What can we do to tell them
how proud they make us feel
with their courage and compassion,
their expertise and zeal?
In spite of all the dangers
they struggle to prevail,
hoping for a miracle,
working without fail.
America salutes you,
honors those who died.
You are the spirit of freedom,
you are this country’s pride.
Susan J
Dedicated to the heroes of the 911 terrorist attacks.
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