US 91101
As I mentioned earlier, I have started a tradition, which dates back to September 11, 2001, of writing a new poem every year on this date. This year was no exception. So, here’s the poem.
US 91101
Victoria B. Roberts
Shadow warriors board their flights
Blending in with the others on board
Though on the outside they seemed like all others
The inside bore hearts of stone
It was their intent to bring us down
To drive us to fear to tear us apart
The end of it all proved they were wrong
As the nation united in deed and in song
These shadow warriors soon took over the flights which they were on
Two of these flights exploded into the World Trade Center
Like a thunderbolt rolling in the sky
The Giant Twins both north and south
Came crashing down through smoke and ash
Elsewhere a flight soared into a portion of the Pentagon
Where men and women in uniform as well as some civilians
Were going about the business of the day
There and at the White House too an evacuation took place
Down in Florida children awaited to hear a story told by their president
A day like any other until the news broke forth to them
As the morning wore on Flight 93 was retaken by its passengers
This flight intended to bring down another icon instead crashed in Shanksville, PA
Across the country where people should be cowering instead could be seen
A nation united together by tragedy in one voice declared they would be strong
To all the world this nation became as only one city
And so was born US 91101
September 11, 2006