This poem was sent to me by Diana/Teddybear
This is what she wrote:
This poem came to me as is and it deserves a place 
on the top of many websites lists, and a beautiful 
background and special song as you feel fit to put with it. 
The author is unknown but this sure shouldn't be. Please
pass this on, but let it have your background and music.

...The author of this poem was sent to me by Dale Scott
Thank you so much for letting me know that the author of this
beautiful poem is...
Paul Spreadbury

At this most Holy Christmas season, let us not forget
the tragedy that happened to our great country on 9/11/01.
There will be many families with an empty chair at their
holiday table. Let us remember them in our prayers, and all
of the brave men and women who are working so hard to keep
our country safe. They are indeed heroes!
God Bless them, and God Bless America...
© *ZIPLO*

TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN 

Two thousand one, nine eleven, Five thousand plus arrive in heaven 
As they pass through the gate, Thousands more appear in wait. 
A bearded man with stovepipe hat steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"

They settle down in seats of clouds. A man named Martin shouts out proud, 
"I have a dream!" and once he did The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."

Groups of soldiers in blue and gray, others in khaki and green then say 
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine", The Newcomer said, 
"You died not in vain."

From a man on sticks one could hear 
"The only thing we have to fear."
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest, 
trust us sir, we've passed that test."

"Courage doesn't hide in caves 
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before. 
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannis port shores 

A silence fell within the mist .
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this 
meant time had come for her to say 
what was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day.
 
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports, 
Watched our children play in sports 
Worked our gardens, sang our songs 
Went to church and clipped coupons 
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, 
we fought Unlike you, great we're not"

The tall man in the stovepipe hat stood and said, 
"don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see, You died for freedom, 
just like me."

Then, before them all appeared a scene Of rubble streets 
and twisted beams. Death, destruction, smoke and dust, 
and people working just 'cause they must. 
Hauling ash, lifting stones, Knee deep in hell, 
but not alone "Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman 
side by side ! helping their fellow man!"

So said Martin, as he watched the scene, 
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."

Down below three firemen raised the colors high 
into ashen haze. 
The soldiers above had seen it before 
On Iwo Jima back in '44 
The man on sticks studied everything closely, 
then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly. 
"I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."

"You left behind husbands and wives daughters and sons, 
and so many lives are suffering now because of this wrong. 
But look very closely. You're not really gone.

All of those people, even those who've never met you, 
all of their lives, they'll never forget you. 
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.

With that the man in the stovepipe hat said 
"Take my hand," and from there he led five thousand plus heroes, 
Newcomers to heaven on this day,
Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven .

~Author~
Paul Spreadbury
used with permission

"God Bless America Again
by
Loretta Lynn & Conway Twitty

God Bless America again
You see all the trouble that she's in
wash her pretty face and dry her eyes and then,
God Bless America again.

God, I sure do wish you'd Bless America again,
you know, like you did way back when it all began
you blessed her then, but we just sorta kinda took it for granted
and never did ask again, so just hold her hand God, that's all,
and if she should stumble, please don't let her fall

God Bless America again
You see all the trouble that she's in
wash her pretty face and dry her eyes and then,
God Bless America again

God Bless America again

You know I don't understand everything I read and hear
about what's wrong with America
but when you don't have a lot of book learning
I guess there's a lot of things you don't understand,
but let me say this God, she's like a Mother to me,
and all I am, or ever hope to be, I owe to you and to her.

Wash her pretty face and dry her eyes and then,
God Bless America again.

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December 2001