Turning Point

The trauma teams were ready, but no one arrived for care. Uneasy feelings of anticipation lingered there. A city all in darkness in the middle of the day. And fire fighters beepers—calling help to find it`s way. The citizens were helpless as they wandered aimlessly. We sat glued to our newscast, not sure what we wished to see. And then the word the Pentagon had also been attacked; Just knew right then our life had changed, we`re never going back. A missle full of loved ones had just crashed into a field, Oh, God, what other tragedies will nine eleven yield? The cell phones carried messages; and prayers and I love yous. Last words of strength from families that had so much to lose. Manhattan`s double buildings that once punctured through the sky— Were now a pile of ashes to its people passing by. A nation stunned and terrified began to understand That we had let our guard down in this unsuspecting land. Yet in the months that followed, we united one and all— Determined we would never see another building fall. But now the months have turned to years, the memories not so bright. We must not let another “axis” member hit our sights. So let`s inform our leaders, let them know how much we care. And that we`ll teach our grandchildren to prize the land we share. Our country has been blessed with peace, one nation under God. We must unite to keep it ours, to walk on freedom`s sod.