Liberty Mourns

THE LADY
By Dana Holland

I wonder what She thought
As She stood there, strong and tall.
She couldn't turn away;
She was forced to watch it all.
Did She long to offer comfort
As Her country bled?
With Her arm forever frozen
High above Her head.
She could not shield Her eyes.
She could not hide Her face.
She just stared across the water
Keeping Freedom's Place.
The smell of smoke and terror
Somehow reduced Her size,
So small within the harbor.
But still we recognized....
How dignified and beautiful,
On a day so many died.
I wonder what She thought
And I know She must have cried

Art Work: Mike Lukovich, Atlanta Constitution

CZBrats
September 28, 2001