That Morn' in September

Remember, forever the 11^th of September.  For it is a day when for our liberty, the ultimate price was paid by the heroes borne of fire, right beneath Lady Liberty’s gaze.

Do you remember that morn in September,

When heroes were honed in harrowing ember?

Does your heart pound, with the strength that was found,

In the blood of the patriots that hallowed this ground?

When the battle hymn was sung, though vict’ry h‘d not been won,

After the darkness and despair did you join in the defiant dawn?

I remember the day the towers fell, 

When fire rained down and the terror effused from hell.

I remember the day when from bended knees, we, the brave, made our glorious stand,

When all the children of liberty bore freedom’s banner in hand,

When nary a street corner nor memorial mourner did not fly Old Glory’s high command.

As the moon rises on the eve of this sacred remembrance,

Let us honor those who died with great love, gratitude, and patriotic reverence.

Let us be inspired by those sanctified in fire, to respond with calm, unwavering, strength in the face of all situations—no matter how dire.

Let us rest in the knowledge that no matter the challenge, when confronted by evil our grace will not yield…and with steady hand and chivalrous heart, our might, with justice, we will wield.

And may forever we remember that morn in September, and from its ashes let the identity that was forged, to the future be rendered.  For it was for the futures of the children of our children that the present generations, have with their lives, so nobly tendered.

Remember, forever the 11^th of September.  For it is a day when for our liberty, the ultimate price was paid by the heroes borne of fire, right beneath Lady Liberty’s gaze.