Ashen Skies - 911 TributeJan 10 '03 (Updated Jul 11 '06) Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line In dreams, times, places & persons are convoluted, but, often, in the final analysis, they have deeper meanings, if you look for them. ========================================== To explain - Epinionator Ginzo (Jeff) wrote a dream he had and it triggered my memory of the dream I'd had concerning war - which I altered a bit after 911 - =========================================== Ashen Skies I dreamed a dream, just once before, Of sunset on a golden shore, Where blue-tipped waves of silver sheen Splashed our coasts and made them clean. Morning swept in on the bird with Eagle's wings, Which I had heard Singing proudly through the night, Translucent, pink, and pearly-white. By noon, a carousel of bells Had spun a beach with spangled shells, Playing wondrous, old refrains -- Yankee Doodle --- April Rains. Dolphins dove through amber clouds; Sea gulls piped while joyous crowds Of rosy children romped on air, Stars and Stripes flew everywhere! Oh, what a sight -- those gentle slopes, Those strings of lights, those joyous hopes; Flowered garlands filled the Bay, A band marched in, began to play ---- But, suddenly, that symphony of colors Crashed into the sea; Thunderous waves of orange sand Drove midnight stakes into our land. Monsters with deep, hollow eyes Slashed two great rainbows, So the skies Would spew out flames and burn the heights, for sunless days and starless nights. Both towers steamed, and writhed, then fell into the waiting jaws of hell, Where I heard silence, thick and steep, screaming out within the deep. Thrashing winds set out on course, smashing shells and bells with force, And throngs of people, holding hands, shed bitter tears on tarnished sands. “Let’s kill,” yelled some “They’ll rue the day they ripped our lovely land away,” But others, feigning words of love, Cried out, "Let's build a Rainbow Dove!" With that, I woke to dream no more, For we'll not find that golden shore; It's buried under ashen sod, With little men Who played At god. Yet quietly our hopes arise Amid the ashes - and the skies Once more with freedom's hues shall blaze As, gloriously, our Flags we raise, We lift our heads -- In God we Trust, Our Faith is Gold -- Our Dream is Just To show the world, with colors true, That Courage is Red, White, and Blue! . Carol V. Graham ©2001 Thank you for reading my poem My 9-1-1 Tribute Thanks, Jeff, for reminding me so vividly. Lorace ================================= Ginzo's dream may be found at: http://www.epinions.com/content_3044647044 =================================  |
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