Two swords stabbed Her heart, <br />Another cut the arms, <br />Another fell on the stomach. <br />Bleeding, the woman stumbled. <br />Onlookers grumbled, <br />Lovers did their part -and wept... <br />and wept... and wept. <br /> <br />The blood flooded the land: <br />Blue and red covered the hand <br />For a moment the blade had command- <br />they seemed victorious in her fall, <br />But she heard the eagles' call, <br />and with blood from heart to toe <br />and suffering more than one should know <br />She rose and journeyed on, <br />and as days went on she became strong. <br /> <br />Today scars mark the places, <br />And tears wash the faces <br />of those who think her dear. <br />Though memory makes them sad <br />Her resilience makes them glad: <br />they know She will go on!<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/911-september-11th/
