Two Thousand one , Nine Eleven (2001-911)

This was sent to me tonight .I thought it was appropriate.

WHOEVER WROTE THIS SHOULD STEP FORWARD AND CLAIM IT!
>>>> > >> THE WORDS ARE POWERFUL:
>>>> > >> TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911)
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> Two thousand one, nine eleven
>>>> > >> Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
>>>> > >> As they pass through the gate,
>>>> > >> Thousands more appear in wait
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> A bearded man with stovepipe hat
>>>> > >> Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
>>>> > >> They settle down in seats of clouds
>>>> > >> A man named Martin shouts out proud
>>>> > >> "I have a dream!" and once he did
>>>> > >> The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
>>>> > >> Others in khaki, and green then say
>>>> > >> "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
>>>> > >> The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> From a man on sticks one could hear
>>>> > >> "The only thing we have to fear.
>>>> > >> The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
>>>> > >> Trust us sir, we've passed that test."
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> "Courage doesn't hide in caves
>>>>> >> You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
>>>> > >> The Newcomers had heard this voice before
>>>> > >> A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> A silence fell within the mist
>>>> > >> Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
>>>> > >> Meant time had come for her to say
>>>> > >> What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> "Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
>>>> > >> Watched our children play in sports
>>>> > >> Worked our gardens, sang our songs
>>>> > >> Went to church and clipped coupons
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> We smiled, we laughed,
>>>> > >> we cried, we fought
>>>> > >> Unlike you, great we're not"
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> The tall man in the stovepipe hat
>>>> > >> Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
>>>> > >> Look at your country, look and see
>>>> > >> You died for freedom, just like me"
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> Then, before them all appeared a scene
>>>> > >> Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
>>>> > >> Death, destruction, smoke and dust
>>>> > >> And people working just 'cause they must
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> Hauling ash, lifting stones,
>>>> > >> Knee deep in hell, but not alone
>>>> > >> "Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
>>>> > >>Side by side helping their fellow man!"
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> So said Martin, as he watched the scene
>>>> > >> "Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
>>>> > >> Down below three firemen raised
>>>> > >> The colors high into ashen haze
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> The soldiers above had seen it before
>>>> > >> On Iwo Jima back in '45
>>>> > >> The man on sticks studied everything closely
>>>> > >> Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> "I see pain, I see tears,
>>>> > >> I see sorrow -- but I don't see fear."
>>>> > >> "You left behind husbands and wives
>>>> > >> Daughters and sons and so many lives
>>>> > >> Are suffering now because of this wrong
>>>> > >> But look very closely. You're not really gone.
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> All of those people, even those who've never met you
>>>> > >> All of their lives, they'll never forget you
>>>> > >> Don't you see what has happened?
>>>> > >> Don't you see what you've done?
>>>> > >> You've brought them together, together as one.
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >> With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
>>>> > >> "Take my hand," and from there he led
>>>> > >> Three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
>>>> > >> On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
>>>> > >>
>>>> > >>Author UNKNOWN (What a shame!)