Author Topic: Boot Hill - Honored Writings by Boston John Doucette  (Read 2415 times)

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Boot Hill - Honored Writings by Boston John Doucette
« on: April 15, 2012, 04:42:58 PM »
Shortly after the 9/11 terrorist attack I wrote and recorded the following poem.
If you would like to hear the recording and have RealPlayer on your computer, e-mail me and I will send you my audio version. It's worth the time just to hear my friend Heather Brazel sing.
BJD

For the Fallen  

We took them for granted, those nameless faces,
Who risked their lives daily in fire and flood;
No longer the strangers we thought them to be,
But Brothers in anguish of flesh, bone and blood.

With reddened, glazed eyes over dust-clogged masks
They search for our daughters and sons;
Hour after hour they silently pray
"Lord, let me find just one."

"Tommy! Where are you? Frank, are you there?"
Their voices are lost in the noise;
They pull from the rubble the symbols of life
« Last Edit: April 16, 2012, 02:57:11 PM by John Boy »
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John
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