A Cowboy Remembers 9/11

Two proud peaks rise up from the range, Like a dream we all have of heaven— They soar above white clouds and sky— A remembrance of 9/11. New York’s a far piece to ride to, But folks all know what happened that day— When those twin towers both came down And there wasn’t much left then to say. There’s always some that mean you harm, Out on the range or down by the creek— And there’s a time to take a stand And not to just turn the other cheek. There are those that only want talk— And those that say we should cut and run— But that ain’t my America— Americans always get things done! A strong purple haze is rising From the plains and cities of the earth— It’s called American spirit— It now reclaims the rights of our birth. Two proud peaks rise up from the range, Like a dream we all have of heaven— They soar above white clouds and sky— A remembrance of 9/11.