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Bill Harty Poem
On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father,
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave
their life for a question the answer we must find.
William J. Harty
Copyright © Bill Harty | Year Posted 2011
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I set at waters edge early in the morning,
I smell the grass, the dew, the begining of a day,
Thoughts of times gone by,
All those years i managed to survive,
How, in the lonely darkness did I find peace,
All that pain I learned to ease,
No control, I now know of how events unfold,
Maybe because I'm older, stronger, I can take it now,
But that feeling of a child I miss,
The innocence,
The bright eyes just for a day of swimming, I miss,
In the distance I see a dove, a white dove the symbol of the purest,
in the morning sky, he knows how and why to survive,
He still has that feeling, of a child, he dips and dives in the foggy mist above the
water,
He has those bright eyes, that feeling,
I remember how it felt, but forgot how to feel,
I see it in my children though, like the dove,
They are my mornings by the water,
They are the start of the day,
They are the pure,
They are the innocent...
william J. Harty
Copyright © Bill Harty | Year Posted 2011
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Where along the way did we lose the things of youth?
Where along the way did we lose those embeded truths?
Was it in our teenage years when we knew everything and rebelled?
Was it in our twenties when we thought we found ourselves?
Or, was it when we became so vain, because of this self serving world,
that we lost the thingss we held so dear, and now can't find them where we look.
To God I pray that I can feel the way I did back then. When a simple glass of lemonade or whisper in the wind. Would mean so much I'd have to run and tell the first person I saw. Where oh wher along the way did we lose what once was ours?
Copyright © Bill Harty | Year Posted 2012
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