America My Beloved
By Joann Ryan-Stanley
Tuesday, September 11th
Her Fabric Was Ripped And Torn
America Fell To Her Knees
And Said, “I Have Been Scorned”
The Scars Etched Deep
Within Her Gut, She Writhed
And Then Stood Up
She Looked Down
And Saw Her Strength
It Was In Her People
And She Began To Think
She Looked Up
And Called To God
Who Bound Her Wounds
And Made Her Spirit Strong
And She Cried Out, “I’m Still Here,
I Did Not Die, I Will Go On!”
She Gathered Her Robes
Around Her Shores,
And The People She Loved
Loved Her Even More
America Marches On
Proud Brave And Free
A Stronger America
Lives In You And Me…
Copyright Joann Ryan-Stanley 2001