We stand united as family, friends, neighbors, and as compassionate American citizens dedicated to the democratic ideals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. We light candles to honor the memories of the 9/11 victims, give support to the victim’s families and loved ones, and to remember and give thanks to the firefighters, law enforcement, rescue personnel, and members of our military services for their heroic efforts on that tragic day and in it’s aftermath.
Most oftentimes, we use the anniversary of important events in our lives as a time of reflection....a time of looking back and a time of looking forward. As we look back to Sept. 11, 2001, the immense loss of life and devastating destruction at the hands of a dark, evil force is forever seared into the hearts and minds of each and every American and has enveloped our lives with untold grief and anguish. But through the tears, we also remember the extraordinary goodness, compassion, and heroic acts of courage by ordinary people throughout America’s darkest hours and in the days following reminding us that America’s strength is in it’s people and the ideals they live by.
Throughout America’s history, it's been the resilience and resolve of the American people’s spirit that has always united us and helped us go forward from the pain to the hope and the glory.
“I Hear America Singing”, a poem by American poet, Walt Whitman, pays homage to the working class of America and to our nation’s idealistic vision of achieving a shared, constructive goal through hard work and productivity.
Most oftentimes, we use the anniversary of important events in our lives as a time of reflection....a time of looking back and a time of looking forward. As we look back to Sept. 11, 2001, the immense loss of life and devastating destruction at the hands of a dark, evil force is forever seared into the hearts and minds of each and every American and has enveloped our lives with untold grief and anguish. But through the tears, we also remember the extraordinary goodness, compassion, and heroic acts of courage by ordinary people throughout America’s darkest hours and in the days following reminding us that America’s strength is in it’s people and the ideals they live by.
Throughout America’s history, it's been the resilience and resolve of the American people’s spirit that has always united us and helped us go forward from the pain to the hope and the glory.
“I Hear America Singing”, a poem by American poet, Walt Whitman, pays homage to the working class of America and to our nation’s idealistic vision of achieving a shared, constructive goal through hard work and productivity.
Let us all vow to honor and perpetuate the memories of 9/11 victims and give support to their families and loved ones by continuing to go forward singing our work songs loud and clear. Let us work together to help America rise up from the pain and build a nation of hope and glory for many generations to come.
I HEAR AMERICA SINGING
I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics-each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work;
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat-the deck hand singing on the steamboat deck;
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench-the hatter singing as he stands;
The wood--cutter’s song--the ploughboy’s, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown;
The delicious singing of the mother--or of the young wife at work--or of the girl sewing or washing--Each singing what belongs to her, and to no one else;
The day what belongs to the day--At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.
I HEAR AMERICA SINGING
I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics-each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work;
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat-the deck hand singing on the steamboat deck;
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench-the hatter singing as he stands;
The wood--cutter’s song--the ploughboy’s, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown;
The delicious singing of the mother--or of the young wife at work--or of the girl sewing or washing--Each singing what belongs to her, and to no one else;
The day what belongs to the day--At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.
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