Seven Come eleven

A poem by Del "Abe" Jones

SEVEN COME ELEVEN

(after 9/11)

On this day we remember

That “day of infamy”

And sadly we understand

More than we want to see.

A “sneak attack” on Freedom

And the American way

Brought back to reality

On Septembers’ eleventh day.

Thousands died in forty-one

With so many not retrieved

Resting in their watery grave

O’er which friends and family grieved.

Now we have another place

Known to all, as “Ground Zero”

Where we have another bunch

Of, the American Hero.

Sixty years of times’ passage

Hasn’t changed the “Patriot”

Hasn’t dampened our resolve

To remember, not, forget.

Those who gave their, “all”

And those, still yet, to “give”

Standing for, protecting

The kind of life, we live.

The casualties of war

Don’t always bear a gun

But, they all are Heroes

When all is said and done.

Now, we have another one

Of those “infamous” days

With the horrible cost

That Freedom, often, pays.