Remembering 9-11

Day Of Beauty

Day of beauty, crisp and clear. Who could know that death was near?

Who could guess that from the sky, birds would fall and we would cry?

Ten thousand families torn apart. Wrenching pain in every heart.

Until the hour of terror came, most did not know the madman’s name.

Most went about their daily lives, hugging husbands, kissing wives.

Knowing not that 9-11 would be the day that tears would run.


Day of beauty, crisp and clear. No reason for the world to fear.

No reason for long, sweet goodbyes, or gazing into loved ones eyes.

Just get dressed and off you go, to work, but Oh, how could you know,

This day would seal the fate of all, would witness those two towers fall.

And how could anyone have guessed, that some were doomed and others blessed?

That you would never see again your neighbor, brother, sister, friend?



Day of beauty, crisp and clear. Is it truly seven years?

When in daylight, madmen came, and killed us in Our Father’s name.

They moved amongst us with one goal; to try and crush this country’s soul.

Alas, they could not crush this land. We came together hand in hand.

In our country’s time of need, heroes made, but heroes bleed.

And heroes died that fateful day. Now, in Our Father’s arms they lay.



Day of beauty, crisp and clear. Hold your loved ones ever near.

Give thanks for all that you’ve been given, this amazing land you live in.

Don’t let “I love you” go unspoken. Try to mend each fence that’s broken.

Don’t be frightened for a minute. Speak your pledge with God’s name in it.

America, America, God gave His grace to thee,

And crowned thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea.

Thank-You America, for being strong, for being beautiful,

for being my home.

Copyright ©2002 Carolann Rivera

This poem was sent in by Bobby Hecht.