In Praise of Heroes


Amidst the ash and rubble

heroes stop to cry,

and pray for those who perished

as Old Glory waves nearby.


What can we do to tell them

how proud they make us feel

with their courage and compassion,

their expertise and zeal?


In spite of all the dangers

they struggle to prevail,

hoping for a miracle,

working without fail.


America salutes you,

honors those who died.

You are the spirit of freedom,

you are this country’s pride.


 Susan J


Dedicated to the heroes of the 911 terrorist attacks.

This poem is about: 
My country


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