[Congressional Record Volume 147, Number 125 (Monday, September 24, 2001)]
[Senate]
[Page S9734]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]
THE DAY OF NINE-ONE-ONE
Mr. REID. Mr. President, Ira Somers was my neighbor and friend when I
had my house in McLean, VA. I found Ira to be not only a mental giant
but also a spiritual great as well. I ask unanimous consent to have
printed in the Record a poem written by Ira Somers that loudly outlines
Americans' thoughts on the events of September 11, 2001.
There being no objection, the poem was ordered to be printed in the
Record, as follows:
The Day of Nine-One-One
This began as a quiet day
Lives were normal in every way.
The sun arose with fullest light
And moved the shadows of the night.
But this was not to last for long,
Two big giants tall and strong
Which seemed to stand for what is good
Were struck by evil where they stood.
`Twas on the day of nine-one-one
That they were lost to everyone.
There they were, and now they're not,
And where they stood's a gruesome spot.
How could these giants of our day
Be brought to naught in such a way,
To leave this mass of jumbled parts
Which tear with grief at all our hearts?
We sensed the feelings of despair
In those who walked most every where
To find the ones that they had lost
And bring them back at any cost.
We were moved by the kindly deed
Of those who toiled for other's needs,
And the many hours they have spent
Clearing rubble from this event.
A vicious crash at the Pentagon
Tore at the souls of every one,
And reports of heroes in the air
Touched hearts of people everywhere.
We all can learn from such great loss
To look at need before the cost
When giving help to anyone,
And not say quit `till peace has won.--Ira Somers.
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