Treasure Island

Rodney Reeves

(1/22/54 / Creston, Iowa USA)

Thanksgiving Came Early


Thanksgiving came early
in the year twenty-o0one.
September 12th found me alive
as the world turned towards God.
'Family' found new meaning
in the face of monumental loss.
Millions reached out to pull
bloodied New Yorkers out of rubble.
A homeless citizen gave
out of his homeless pocket
and battle-scarred firefighters
were humbled beyond words.
Memories may fade, as old photos
yellow, sound bites dim,
but history will record our response
when Thanksgiving came early.

Submitted: Thursday, June 02, 2005

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