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Tribute to 911
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9-11

In the blink of an eye
In a moment
All in a sigh
Memory in chains

©Copyright 2002 by Faye Sizemore

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AUTUMN MEMORIES...
September in New York

Sumac red
Gentian violet
Yellow goldenrod
Bronze oaks
Scarlet maples
The hues of Autumn
painted in memory...
painted with love
and then... another memory
Silver... silver of planes
shining in the golden sun
Clouds of dark smoke... red fire
Two towers falling... falling down...
Grey and black...
choking... billowing haze
So many feet running in terror
and tears... tears... so many tears...

©Copyright August 30, 2004 by Faye Sizemore

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SEASONS OF NINE ONE ONE

Over six months
And still we dig
Only stopping when
Another body is found
Carried out, draped in a flag
A pause to reflect
If we dig forever
It will never be right
There are too many
Gone from our sight
Twin towers brought down
Ending the lives of innocents
Too many to count
It has created a scene in our mind
That is frozen in memory
For all time
To the ones who caused this terror
We have become your Hounds of Hell
We will not rest
Until justice is served
Six months of digging
Thru concrete and steel
Has only strengthened our will
Tons of rubble on New York's best
To those responsible
We will not let you rest
Time has passed
Fall became winter
And the snowflakes fell
Still we dug on
Now spring is here
We have worked and cried
Grieved and wondered
Supported one another
And become stronger
And still we dig
Know we will hunt you for eternity
And that you may believe
For it has an American iron clad warranty

©Copyright March 2002 by Faye Sizemore

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BEFORE EIGHT FIFTY ONE

It was a beautiful fall day
With a blue azure sky
fluffy clouds lazing by
That was before eight fifty one
Before it was time to cry

September eleventh, a quiet morning
nothing yet known of the horror
that was soon to be dawning
Or the grief that was coming

A voice on the phone
Saying to turn on the news
Something is wrong is why
It was eight fifty one
It was time to cry

So many lives that day were lost
We most dearly paid the cost
It will be many more years
Before we can dry all the tears

Take me back, can it be done
Change the clock back before
Before eight fifty one
Before it was time to cry

©Copyright September 1, 2002 by Faye Sizemore

8:51 AM is the time it was in NYC when on television Diane Sawyer announced that there had been an explosion at the World Trade Center

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