11 September, 2001
The following is a poem that wrote itself in my head in the days following the attack on the World Trade Center. It isn't directly related to polar science, but September 11th has changed the world, so in that way it has affected us all. I post this here because this is my journal, and a journal can be many things. The writing of this has helped me deal with the shock and grief of the "Attack on America," and I hope my students will also use journals to express feelings. This is also a demonstration that journal writing does not always have to be in narrative form.
Heroes of the Rubble
copyright Louise Tolle Huffman
Flying dragons with heroes consumed in their bellies
Raced across American skies.
Evil manifested itself and
Plunged deep in the heart of freedom and civilization.
Images from Hell indelibly burned into our brains
As demons and diabolical plans
Twin symbols collapsed, rocking our very foundation
Destroying our sense of equilibrium
And our security, long since taken for granted.
Unspeakable horrors and
Mourning enveloped a nation...
Our collective souls wept tears of sorrow.
Grieving voices cried out, "Is Evil the victor?
Has the Light forsaken us forever?"
But even as the fires smoldered
And brick and steel buckled,
Heroes of the Rubble scrambled
Mindless of the peril.
Their inner light glowing,
Visible from deep within each soul
The rays shining out to all corners of the world.
Candlelight held by hands of many colors
Sat vigil and
Encircled the globe.
The light grew,
And the sun shone brightly on Wednesday.
Hope arose with the dawn.
Out of the ashes, a flag was raised
A symbol of freedom...
Adversity becomes strength...
Condensed version published in Best Poems and Poets of 2001
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