Here's the last chapter! Enjoy! The poem is kinda long just so you
know...Oh...thanks to my reviewers...lets try and make it 20 everyone!!
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~Remembered~
Alex looked down at the paper and started to read the poem that she put her whole heart and sole into.....
***REMEMBERED***
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 they 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 come 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 Hyannisport shores.
A silence fell within' the mist.
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this.
Meant time for her to come to say..
What was in the hearts of 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 stamped coupons,
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought..
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in stovepipe hat,
Stood tall 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 rubbled 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 fireman raised,
The colours high into the 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. Your 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.
-(*)-
Alex wiped the tears away that stung her eyes and looked at the crowd. Faith was crying on her husbands shoulder while her children looked at them. Bosco, who was sitting at another table with his mother,and was desperatley trying to keep his emotions in tact. He was fighting a losing battle.
Jimmy was comforting Kim and his son, Joey, while he also tried to keep his own emotions hidden. Doc wiped tears away from his own face as he tried to chase the memory's away. Carlos was to busy trying to comfort his hot date to show any of his inner feelings. Sully was fiddling with a napkin, trying to hide his face....which was probably flushed with emotions and memorys.
Alex looked for Ty but couldn't find him. Suddenly, a pair of warm arms wrapped around her waist. She felt her emotions go overboard as she sobbed softly into her boyfriends chest. She felt Ty lead her away from the podium and back towards Sully and their table.
"Thank-you Ms. Taylor." The MC choked into the microphone, he himself, had lost a brother that fateful day exactly one year ago.
-(*)-
++Time Interval--2 Hours Later++
Alex sipped on her glass of wine as she observed the dance floor. Everyone had recovered shortly after her poem and had commented on what a great job she had done. She smiled slightly as she watched the couples dance. Faith was dancing with Fred, her head rested on his shoulder and her eyes were closed. Jimmy and Kim were dancing while Joey played with Charlie and Emily. Bosco had finally given into his mother and they were dancing as well.
Alex had been very surprised when Bosco hadn't invited a woman..but people did change, even Maurice Boscorelli. Carlos was dancing with his date and Doc. was talking to Sully. Ty had run off somewhere and hadn't returned.
Alex was suddenly disturbed from here thoughts when someone came up to her and asked, "May I have this dance??" She looked up into Ty's brown eyes and smiled. She took his hand and let him lead her out onto the dance floor. She rested her head on his shoulder and the two danced the night away.
-(*)-
Alex and Ty joined everyone else by the refreshment table. The cermony was ending. Ty suddenly motioned to Sully, who nodded and smiled myteriously. He then began to speak to everyone that worked for the 55, even people they didn't talk to very often or didn't get along with.
Alex looked suspicously as the crowd formed a ring around herself and Ty. Everyone was smiling like they knew something rather big and important. Ty suddenly took her hand in his and got down on one knee. "Alex Taylor, will you marry me?" He asked, love incased in every inch of his features. "Yes." She whispered, allowing him to put the diamond ring on her wedding finger. He slowly stood on his feet and the two kissed, more passion filled then either had experienced in their entire lives.
Both were oblivous to the noise of a cheering crowd around them.
On this day, Septmeber eleventh, two thousand and two...a knew beginging has just started, and not just for these two. But for thousands and thousands around the globe...hearts filled with passion, and love...forever will be held in the hearts of everyone.
**END**
Was it good? I added that paragraph at the end...but the poem "Remembered" was not written by me. I felt it deservend to be reconized be everyone though.
R+R
R+R
~Remembered~
Alex looked down at the paper and started to read the poem that she put her whole heart and sole into.....
***REMEMBERED***
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 they 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 come 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 Hyannisport shores.
A silence fell within' the mist.
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this.
Meant time for her to come to say..
What was in the hearts of 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 stamped coupons,
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought..
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in stovepipe hat,
Stood tall 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 rubbled 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 fireman raised,
The colours high into the 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. Your 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.
-(*)-
Alex wiped the tears away that stung her eyes and looked at the crowd. Faith was crying on her husbands shoulder while her children looked at them. Bosco, who was sitting at another table with his mother,and was desperatley trying to keep his emotions in tact. He was fighting a losing battle.
Jimmy was comforting Kim and his son, Joey, while he also tried to keep his own emotions hidden. Doc wiped tears away from his own face as he tried to chase the memory's away. Carlos was to busy trying to comfort his hot date to show any of his inner feelings. Sully was fiddling with a napkin, trying to hide his face....which was probably flushed with emotions and memorys.
Alex looked for Ty but couldn't find him. Suddenly, a pair of warm arms wrapped around her waist. She felt her emotions go overboard as she sobbed softly into her boyfriends chest. She felt Ty lead her away from the podium and back towards Sully and their table.
"Thank-you Ms. Taylor." The MC choked into the microphone, he himself, had lost a brother that fateful day exactly one year ago.
-(*)-
++Time Interval--2 Hours Later++
Alex sipped on her glass of wine as she observed the dance floor. Everyone had recovered shortly after her poem and had commented on what a great job she had done. She smiled slightly as she watched the couples dance. Faith was dancing with Fred, her head rested on his shoulder and her eyes were closed. Jimmy and Kim were dancing while Joey played with Charlie and Emily. Bosco had finally given into his mother and they were dancing as well.
Alex had been very surprised when Bosco hadn't invited a woman..but people did change, even Maurice Boscorelli. Carlos was dancing with his date and Doc. was talking to Sully. Ty had run off somewhere and hadn't returned.
Alex was suddenly disturbed from here thoughts when someone came up to her and asked, "May I have this dance??" She looked up into Ty's brown eyes and smiled. She took his hand and let him lead her out onto the dance floor. She rested her head on his shoulder and the two danced the night away.
-(*)-
Alex and Ty joined everyone else by the refreshment table. The cermony was ending. Ty suddenly motioned to Sully, who nodded and smiled myteriously. He then began to speak to everyone that worked for the 55, even people they didn't talk to very often or didn't get along with.
Alex looked suspicously as the crowd formed a ring around herself and Ty. Everyone was smiling like they knew something rather big and important. Ty suddenly took her hand in his and got down on one knee. "Alex Taylor, will you marry me?" He asked, love incased in every inch of his features. "Yes." She whispered, allowing him to put the diamond ring on her wedding finger. He slowly stood on his feet and the two kissed, more passion filled then either had experienced in their entire lives.
Both were oblivous to the noise of a cheering crowd around them.
On this day, Septmeber eleventh, two thousand and two...a knew beginging has just started, and not just for these two. But for thousands and thousands around the globe...hearts filled with passion, and love...forever will be held in the hearts of everyone.
**END**
Was it good? I added that paragraph at the end...but the poem "Remembered" was not written by me. I felt it deservend to be reconized be everyone though.
R+R