In mid-September ev’ry year when corn is six feet tall,
The days of summer seem secure against the threat of fall.
(From Chapter One of the 9/11 Epic Poem)
For those of us who live in the Midwestern United States, summer time represents bounty and security. That’s why I opened the September 11th poem the way I did. The 9/11 attacks seemed to usher in the close of summer that year. For many of us it ended (at least temporarily) the sense of security that had been growing for our nation ever since the end of the cold war. We had forgotten that there were still forces in the world that wanted to take us out. September 11th brought with it the War on Terror and the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan. For many it seemed like the brief summer was over and winter was coming back.