A poem I wrote on September 12th, 2001...

[texas1928]

I have not posted it in a long time, but after the convention and all the flags I had to pull it out for this year we need another reminder.

Tattered, Not Torn

It stood a vigil,
At Its post.
It was there everyday.
It was there on this day.
It thought it was just another day.
It thought it was forgotten.
People pass and do not look at it.
Still it stands its watch.

Evil came to knock it from its post.
In a matter of minutes,
It was dashed and beaten.
This evil tried to burn it.
It stood the test,
And its colors ran true.
Put there by its founders,
With blood, sweat, and tears.
It has been tattered,
It has been shot at.
Evil has tried to tarnish it,
Over the years.

It has been there,
Ready to stand the test.
Time and again it has done its best.
It has been tattered but never torn.

This last test,
Came to the very heart of its post.
Through the smoke and fire,
It was there standing watch.
Giving guidance and hope.
It saw the devastation and the horror,
Heard the cries and anguish.
But like a shepherd
it was there to give comfort.
Saying " See, I am tattered not torn"
"So come citizens rally round me,"
"We will get through,"
"Tattered, Not Torn."

Christopher H. Wilson

[texas1928]

1. Thanks for the recommend

:hi:

I appreciate it.

[SwampG8r]

2. got me snifflin

and im a crusty old fart
thank god no one is here to see it

[texas1928]

3. Hey, I had a lump in my throat while I wrote it.