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Linda Black Linda (Pennington) Black is a native Arkansan who is a public speaker and an award winning author and poet. Her works include a published poem in the anthology, SISTAHS WITH INK VOICES, and children’s picture books, THE ADVENTURES OF BOOTS: THE GIANT SNOWBALL, A PORPOISE FOR CARA, S.T.O.P. BULLYING and MY DADDY IS A STAR. Linda lives in Hot Springs Village, Arkansas and is a member of the Hot Springs Village Writer’s Club and the Arkansas Pioneer Branch of the NLAPW. Linda plays a key role in the planning and organization of The Arkansas Writer’s Conference each year.

Remembering 9/11

Posted by Linda Black on Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Lest We Forget

Mass destruction we never knew
until nine-eleven, our blood they drew.
We then realized death by numbers,
numbers far too numerous to mumble.

On that day in two thousand one,
the peace we knew was over and done.
Every casualty counted as the world watched numb,
three thousand plus, more than from a terrorist bomb.

All of the wars fought in the past,
could not compare to this in mass
We learned what homeland security means,
from the heinous deeds of terrorist teams.

As I stood gazing at the clouds,
a ray of hope raised my brows.
My prayer was answered from above,
my prayer for peace and brotherly love.

 

We had never witnessed so much unity,
so much togetherness in our communities.
Then soon to be broken and downtrodden,
the love, the support so soon forgotten.

 

Our country will never be the same,
since by droves the enemy came
to destroy our solemn world of freedom,
America, our kingdom, the land of freedmen.

 

©2001 Linda K Black



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Remembering 9/11

Posted by Linda Black on Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Lest We Forget

Mass destruction we never knew
until nine-eleven, our blood they drew.
We then realized death by numbers,
numbers far too numerous to mumble.

On that day in two thousand one,
the peace we knew was over and done.
Every casualty counted as the world watched numb,
three thousand plus, more than from a terrorist bomb.

All of the wars fought in the past,
could not compare to this in mass
We learned what homeland security means,
from the heinous deeds of terrorist teams.

As I stood gazing at the clouds,
a ray of hope raised my brows.
My prayer was answered from above,
my prayer for peace and brotherly love.

 

We had never witnessed so much unity,
so much togetherness in our communities.
Then soon to be broken and downtrodden,
the love, the support so soon forgotten.

 

Our country will never be the same,
since by droves the enemy came
to destroy our solemn world of freedom,
America, our kingdom, the land of freedmen.

 

©2001 Linda K Black



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