I’ll never profess to be a poet, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the unsung heroes of Monday’s bombing in Boston. Here’s my contribution to thank them for being examples to us all.
Sunday you were ordinary man;
Monday you were cheering, or maybe you even ran.
It’s the day you became hero, as well;
Despite danger you ran through shrapnel.
The bombs exploded with a terrifying blast;
In panic and despair, many people ran past.
But you ran straight into the turmoil
That made most people shudder and recoil.
You rushed to help the broken and bruised,
While others were still reeling and confused.
Thinking only of those who needed a hand,
You were no longer ordinary man.
Flames and smoke, billowing high;
Still too soon to ask who or why.
Blood and limbs, spilled and broken;
Your strength and reaction no small token.
Though I don’t know your name;
My gratitude remains the same.
Thank you for being honorable and brave;
For showing us how heroes behave.
Apr 27, 2013 @ 03:48:47
This is great to read – wonderful.
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Apr 26, 2013 @ 13:52:42
Such a wonderful realization – through the chaos you found the people to be thankful for. Beautiful.
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Apr 26, 2013 @ 16:17:51
Thanks, Rachie 😉
It seems you and I both look for ways to find the good amongst the sad/scary/painful.
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Apr 26, 2013 @ 21:53:44
*Hugs* 🙂
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Apr 23, 2013 @ 17:28:58
To think these brave men and women ran to help others without a thought for themselves; truer heroes we’ll never find. Your words are beautiful and heartfelt.
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Apr 22, 2013 @ 13:21:06
Beautiful! What a fantastic tribute, Denise…
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Apr 21, 2013 @ 14:55:28
Lovely words and sentiment!
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Apr 21, 2013 @ 10:09:41
Awesome and who said you weren’t a poet??
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Apr 20, 2013 @ 06:46:39
Great poem, beautifully written!
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Apr 20, 2013 @ 03:46:06
I am amazed by these heroes, who run TO, when the basic human self-preservation instinct is to run AWAY.
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Apr 19, 2013 @ 21:04:29
Wonderful!! Kudos to you and to the heroes~
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Apr 19, 2013 @ 20:55:14
Back in the late 50s, our spirited, old high school English Literature teacher; use to preach to us (I’m paraphrasing)… “Poems are the most eloquent, beautiful means of word communication anywhere, because they get the point with beautiful words and images.” I like your poem. It gets to the point and leaves beautiful images of people sincerely helping other people. You may not profess to be a poet, but you sure meet Mrs. Patterson’s criteria for writing a poem. Good one.
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Apr 19, 2013 @ 16:04:07
Nicely done!
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Apr 19, 2013 @ 15:42:56
Excellent, Denise. A wonderful way to show your support for those heroes in Boston.
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Apr 19, 2013 @ 15:19:55
Very nice. Thank you.
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Apr 19, 2013 @ 13:38:47
Beautiful. Hugs, Sharon
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