*****Millions have forgotten, why we are, where we are today*****

this is a tribute, To The Rescuers, of 911, At The W.T.C, The Pentagon, And Flight #93 "Lets Roll"

With new ceremonies,
To honor, our dear ones,
Lost, tragically,
In that infamous, attack.

Opening wounds, thought healed,
Of mourners, with broken hearts,
The rescue, is officially over,
As scattered, patches grow,
Of green clovers.

Rescuers with tearful eyes,
Hug one another,
As shoulder to shoulder,
Space they shared,
With other starngers.

While searching desperately,
With hearts, drowning in sorrow,
They wish, for a rescue,
Before the sun of tomorrow.

Will the brotherhood,
Of men so brave, ever meet again?
Let us pray not, unless is to honor,
One another.

Tearful are my eyes,
As I choke, without saying a word,
Just composing what's in my heart,
Needs to be expressed.

Down the line of years,
As they honor,
The memories, of the unfound,
They can again, together shed another tear.

Now it's clearly viewed,
That no one, is there,
As the Holy Ground Zero,
Is cleared and bared.

By: William Bonilla.......9/10/02