On that day, terror came to take away
Everything we’ve come to know
With one big blow…but it didn’t go
Rather, freedom tastes much sweeter now
Our resolve to not allow…our knee to bend
Or our heart to bow
On that day, terror took our wings away
Friendly skies were turned to gray
And held at bay…where the buildings lay
Quiet skies, once lined with vapor trails
Now void of all details…the silence broke
By mourners wails
On that day, pride arose as buildings fell
The crash had sounded freedom’s bell
To what effect…time will tell
Hand in hand, differences were put behind
Our memory can best remind
How our brotherhood …is best defined
On that day, we found our hero’s true
Strong and brave now get their due
The price was paid…their spirits flew
Clearing dust, showed a courage few have known
Revealed a nation that had grown…
Fear we had, now has flown
On that day, evil came but did not stay
Now freedom rises like morning day
Hope arose where ashes lay
Freedom’s dawn…is here to stay
David Kettler, 11/28/01
Notes: I wrote this poem two months after 9/11. It was on an old computer that was never backed up. All I had was a printed hard copy and because of that it was over-looked for my poetry book. I was at the gym in Norco California the morning of 9/11. My friend Chris was acting strangely and finally he told me what he had seen on the news. We all went over to the TV’s and watched what we still at that time did not understand as the first and second planes hit the towers. Later I went to a grand opening of one of our customers…a business coincidently owned by a Middle Eastern gentleman…He told us that he had canceled the event and while we stood there in his showroom watching the TV…the towers fell. I don’t remember if any of us cried, but I remember spending the rest of the day in a total haze not really knowing what to do. A Day or so later, my neighbor Tom was one of the only planes in the sky, flying a UPS 767 to NY full of supplies. He said it was one of the most surreal times of his life. No sound in the headset.
Everything we’ve come to know
With one big blow…but it didn’t go
Rather, freedom tastes much sweeter now
Our resolve to not allow…our knee to bend
Or our heart to bow
On that day, terror took our wings away
Friendly skies were turned to gray
And held at bay…where the buildings lay
Quiet skies, once lined with vapor trails
Now void of all details…the silence broke
By mourners wails
On that day, pride arose as buildings fell
The crash had sounded freedom’s bell
To what effect…time will tell
Hand in hand, differences were put behind
Our memory can best remind
How our brotherhood …is best defined
On that day, we found our hero’s true
Strong and brave now get their due
The price was paid…their spirits flew
Clearing dust, showed a courage few have known
Revealed a nation that had grown…
Fear we had, now has flown
On that day, evil came but did not stay
Now freedom rises like morning day
Hope arose where ashes lay
Freedom’s dawn…is here to stay
David Kettler, 11/28/01
Notes: I wrote this poem two months after 9/11. It was on an old computer that was never backed up. All I had was a printed hard copy and because of that it was over-looked for my poetry book. I was at the gym in Norco California the morning of 9/11. My friend Chris was acting strangely and finally he told me what he had seen on the news. We all went over to the TV’s and watched what we still at that time did not understand as the first and second planes hit the towers. Later I went to a grand opening of one of our customers…a business coincidently owned by a Middle Eastern gentleman…He told us that he had canceled the event and while we stood there in his showroom watching the TV…the towers fell. I don’t remember if any of us cried, but I remember spending the rest of the day in a total haze not really knowing what to do. A Day or so later, my neighbor Tom was one of the only planes in the sky, flying a UPS 767 to NY full of supplies. He said it was one of the most surreal times of his life. No sound in the headset.
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