Two towers stood in graceful stance
as inspiration at a glance
to all who genuinely believed
that anything could be achieved.
By making aspirations real,
these buildings made of stone and steel
were beacons for the world to see
the inner strength of our esprit.
The engineering marvels born,
to die one sunny, blue-skied morn,
created dreams that touched the skies
misunderstood by spiteful eyes.
Those cowards, in a fit of pique,
had wrongly judged our nation weak.
The giants fell at quite a cost,
but freedom never once was lost.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 1/29/14 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “building” poem.