My Title of Liberty

     "In Memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children." - Alma 46:12    

 

My Poems from September 2003

Poems on this page:
   I Remember 9-11
   Answering Machine Message
   Wanderlust


I Remember 9-11

Two years ago I woke to see
   Smoke rising to the sky
From long familiar skyline scenes;
   At first, I knew not why.
And then the newsmen told me how
   First one, then two planes struck
The separate towers in New York's heart.
   It was too much for luck.
For yet a third crashed in D.C.,
   Exploding into flame.
A fourth crashed in an open field,
   For heroes foiled the game.
I saw the towers as they fell,
   First one, dissolving slow,
And then, the second did the same
   And many died, I know.
But many more, it seems, survived
   Who came to work too late,
Or did not go at all that day;
   Was it Providence or fate?
We witnessed many heroes made
   In saving many lives.
And many left behind to grieve
   As parents, husbands, wives.
We saw the strength of those who lived
   Courageously with pain,
The rubble, ash, and sentiment
   Of all that did remain.
The Nation gathered in support,
   For those who suffered loss;
And many lessons we might learn
   And on our hearts emboss.
Oh may we not forget that day,
   The paths the heroes trod,
The empathy we had for loss,
   The faith displayed in God.

September 6, 2003


Answering Machine Message

If David Sawyer's who you've sought,
It's just his answering machine you've got.
So leave a message at the tone,
And when he gets back to the phone,
He'll see the little, blinking light,
And call you back (to be polite).

September 29, 2003


Wanderlust

There was a man in Illinois,
Who felt the itch when just a boy.
He knew he had to move along,
And so one day, with just a song,
He started out along the road
With just the barest bit of load
A-dangling from his hobo-pole.
He'd left his home to find his soul.
The road was dry, the breeze brought dust,
But nature filled his wander-lust.

The grass was greener for a while.
The summer passed, so too, his smile,
For cooling winds soon chilled the bone,
And soon his thoughts and steps turned home.
For there he always had enough
And when the weather turned too rough,
A warming fire would greet him there,
Throwing sparks into the air.
When finally he came in the place,
His family wept and kissed his face.

September 29, 2003
Submitted to Poetry.com on September 29, 2003, to be published in Poems and Poets of 2003.