New York's Finest

The towers stood majestically,
Against the New York City sky.
Below, the city began to awake,
As working people rushed by.

What began as quite an ordinary day
Would soon be a day of despair.
When jumbo jets hit the World Trade Center towers,
Spewing fuel and flames everywhere.
 

 
The alarms sounded for fire crews,
New York's finest answered the call.
They rushed to the towers to get people out
Before the buildings could fall.

Without a thought, they rushed right in
And began to help people get out.
Some them guided, and some they carried,
As they traveled every route.
 

 
Time after time, they went back in,
Putting their lives on the line.
Then tower number one crumbled and fell,
Trapping the firemen inside.

Soon the remaining tower
Shuddered and crumbled away,
Leaving hundreds of New York's finest
Dead or missing on that fateful day.
 

 
The world cried with America
While the firemen searched, day and night
Trying to find their fallen brothers
Who had fought a valiant fight.

Atop the rubble they raised the flag,
"Old Glory", the Red, White and Blue,
To show their unity to the world,
And to the fallen brothers, be true.

Helen Strayer
10-06-01
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In memory of New York's finest
who were lost September 11, 2001.