Past anniverseries in the 9/11 Epic Poem

The Following is the first six stanzas of the September 11th Epic Poem. The rough draft was written between June 2008 and May 2010. It is 2,000 lines long and has 1,499 rhyming pairs.

In mid-September ev’ry year
            When corn is six feet tall,
The days of summer seem secure
            Against the threat of fall.
But in the end the snows descend
            From cloudy winter skies;    
And lakes will freeze when all the trees                            
            Are stripped of their supplies.
At least for now there is no plow
            that’s tearing up the land:
The fruits of Earth complete their birth, 
            Received from God’s own hand.     
The farmers dare to gladly share
            With all the neighborhood;
For now at last their fears have passed
            That harvest won’t be good.
But while we wait we meditate           
            On mem’ries from the past;
Our minds recall the day we all
            Were altered by the blast.
That date, well known, is etched in stone,
            On far too many tombs;
And ev’ry year these thoughts draw near
            When mid-September looms.   
But now’s the time to sip the lime
            And bask in summer’s breath.
It seems so rude when thoughts intrude
            Reminding us of death.
We’d rather not give half a thought
            To all that has been done,
For fear that this might make us miss
            The final days of sun.
In days like these before the freeze
            The human heart is full.
The plants we reap will help us keep
            Revival in our soul.
We’ll shuck the corn some breezy morn
            And split the shares in crates;
And when we cease, we’ll taste the peace    
            That fam’ly work creates.
And later on when daylight’s gone
            We’ll gather once again,
And take the chance to laugh and dance
            With fam’ly, folk, and friends.
We’ll light the wood that smells so good,
            With tinder crisp and dry;
And all the sparks will swim like sharks
            In oceans of the sky.

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