Cole Brennan's Poetry Flyer
We remember the day that there were no words to say
We remember the day that 2,996 people lost their lives
We remember the first hit of that Tuesday morning
We remember the feeling of vexation
We remember there being no hope
We remember the heroes that saved many
But could not save all
We remember the inferno of destroyed dreams
We remember the day that appalled the whole world
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
- Shel Silverstein