A single tear rolled down my cheek as I watched the scene that would change America forever. No longer would her people be able to walk down the streets unafraid. No longer would they be able to travel the globe freely. Soon they would look upon foreigners with distrust and prejudge many based on apearance. One great nation was being attacked. This attack on the American freedoms was felt most greatly by me.
“Why me?” you might ask. I was standing in New York Harbor when the first plane struck, and I was still there when the second plane disappeared into tower number two of the World Trade Center. I watched in horror as the two towers fell. My heart ached at the senseless loss of lives. I knew that this event would become part of America’s great history. I wanted so much to go and help those people, but for the body of water separating us, I could not.
Suddenly, I became aware of a tugging. It became a tug of war between good and evil! Unseen hands were trying to rip that precious Declaration of Independence from my grasp! I clung to it with all my strength and pressed it close to my heart. “No!” I cried.
I was hugging it to my heart! The broken chains about my feet were closing in once again to lock me into bondage, but some unseen force of patriotism was saving me, and keeping the chains fallen away. A breath of hateful wind caused my flame, my eternal flame, to flicker, but only for a moment. The dust from the crumbling towers was trying to snuff out the flame in defeat. But again an unseen act of unity or maybe the American spirit rekindled that light. Such an attack on our great nation, and me, must not go unpunished! Evil must not have its way. America must fight back when she realizes this was no accident. We must be united as one to defeat this great foe.
My crown began tingling, as I felt the eyes of the world on me. The world, holding its breath, was waiting, watching, andwondering. “Will this great nation rise again?”
“Yes! She will!” was my triumphant reply.
"Give me your tired, your poor, wour huddlede masses yearning to breath free; send those, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me; I lift my lam beside the golden door."
For at that moment President Bush was standing a-top the rubble at Ground Zero saying, “The people who knocked down these buildings will hear all of us soon.”
“U.S.A., U.S.A., U.S.A.!” was the chant screaming its way through all of America. Her people, as one, came together to support and defend their freedoms! They were not going to allow these terrorists to destroy the land that they loved. “God Bless America!” was their unanimous cry. These Americans were not going to turn the other cheek. They were going to defeat terrorism and defend those gripped by it.
Dear fellow Americans,
Today, I am still standing here proudly in New York Harbor, reflecting and remembering the events that once shook America six years ago. May we never forget September 11, 2001. May that anger of being attacked burn in our hearts until terrorism is snuffed out forever. May we never forget the freedoms given to us by God and fought for by our forefathers. May we defend and protect these freedoms with all of our strength and all of our might. Never forget, my America, that day, September 11, 2001.
Yours Truly,
“The First Lady of the World”
Lady Liberty
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3 comments:
Jim,
The Statue of Liberty is a symbol of freedom, but the Cross is also a symbol of freedom. Why don't you write about that? If there is anything, or anyone who could win the Youth of America, it is Christ and His Cross.
"The Cross"
To some it's just an emblem, a formality.
It's a symbol that's been used so frequently.
Many blaspheme and despise, though it's ancient it abides.
A shrine to death, but stands for life to me.
There was the cross made for the Son of God at Calvary.
Two pieces of rough timber on a hill.
It bridged the gap for man, of cleansing for our sin.
When I come, it reminds me that we're free.
Not just "Lady Liberty," but...
"Christ's Cross."
Jim, this was great! Mrs. Genger would be proud! ;) I look forward to more from your keyboard. =D Mrs. DePriest
Thanks for the comments. I must admit though, I did not write this one. It was actually written by a ninth or tenth grader. I thought that she had done such a great job that I could put it on here for others to read. I did ask her permission, and she said that I could as long as I did not mention her name at all. So, consequently, I cannot tell you the author of this one. I will write the next one for sure though. And maybe, I will do it on the cross and how much it means to me. Thanks for the comments.
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