My sister wrote this poem the other day and she shared it with me. I thought it was so good that we shared it with our department and now I would like to share it with all in our field.
Rich


We stared in wonder
Bowed our heads in sorrow
Looked to Heaven for answers
And cursed the Gates of Hell.

We were rescued
But we were not saved
We were injured
But never cured.

They came to us
They risked their lives
They sheltered our heads
They ran out with us
Then ran back in.

When we were trapped
They set us free
When we could not walk
They carried us.

That day belongs to them
Heros who will live with us
Forever.
Never forget N.Y.343

By Renae Harvey