With the Fallen

With the Fallen

A Poem by Circadian
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For every life taken eleven years ago, this is for you.

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I stand among the fallen
On that warm September day
The trees just starting
To loosen their leaves
On that warm September day
I don't recollect
What shirt I wore
Or what I had for lunch
I just remember school
My mom's car, somehow early
Remember being taken home
That warm September day
The phone ringing off the hook
As I was ushered upstairs
Told to go play
I knew nothing years ago
Four days past four is all
Those sobbing eyes
Meant nothing to me
As they watched those towers fall
Dozens of bodies
Spread in heaps
As frightened eyes looked on
They never thought they'd see it
Lives out on the sidewalk
Some jumped, some fell
Some were smashed in planes
Some burned alive
In the field, in the tower
3000 died that way
It's been eleven since that day
Two wars, two Presidents
A million little fears
But in our lifetime we'll never forget
That warm September day.

© 2012 Circadian


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Circadian
Circadian

Portland, MI



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