Flight Ninety-Three
Emotions
so high, ready are tears to fly
But no
tears arrive, only sad emotion with angry sighs
That Fall
day became fallen prey
Evil
swept thru’ with bravery alone to defend the day
A field
now in Pennsylvania
is burial ground where those heroes stay
A quiet
memorial that marks what they did that September day
Religious
evil tried to crash into the Capitol, the citadel of Liberty
Americans
decided Masada rather than fate’s death in
slavery
How calm
and quiet it is now in that field
Black and
charcoal stone are like pictures from old
Engraved
names tell who the heroes were that day when they won for America
Tended by
park rangers with reverence and love, let us and all those that fight for Liberty, remember
Each year
those families gather and feel the presence of their loved ones gone forever
It is
sacred ground now, where they all lay together
It has
the essence of a battle ground, where American patriots fought those from the
horde
One day
the war will be one, but we will always tell of that morning when the thirty-three fought and died
No comments:
Post a Comment