Sam the Eagle
He cried today and he knew why,
he saw the plane pass him in the blue morning sky.
He just thought the plane was lost, or a little off course,
he later found out it was something much worse.
The Twin Towers! He thought, Oh no!, America’s freedom symbol,
finding the answers, wouldn’t be that simple.
How could this happen, who would do such a thing?
He wanted to protect them, put them under his wing.
He was soooo sad, and soooo mad, but it was too late,
he swore to himself to remember this date,
September 11th Two Thousand and one,
the day that it happened, the unthinkable was done.
He flew down to rest, resting on a church steeple,
crying for the families and for all of the people.
So many people, so many who died,
this was the reason, Sam the eagle cried.
He won’t cry like this again,
not like this, in his own back yard.
Never again, will Sam ever, be caught off guard.
Always alert, always searching the sky…
Cuz no one will ever again see…. Sam the eagle cry!
Edward Martinez 12/11/01
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