September 11, 2001

 Never Forget~

[photos from local source here]

On the Beach at Night  

by Walt Whitman

[to be engraved on a memorial here]

On the beach at night, 

Stands a child with her father, 

Watching the east, the autumn sky. 

Up through the darkness, 

While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, 

Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky, 

Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east, 

Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter, 

And nigh at hand, only a very little above, 

Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades. 

From the beach the child holding the hand of her father, 

Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all, 

Watching, silently weeps....