tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44036895316975072042011-09-08T07:29:37.198-07:00Tell Your Story. On September 11, 2001, journalist Tom Flynn set off on his bike toward the World Trade Towers not knowing what he was riding into. Bikeman is one man's journey back to the horrors of that day and to the humanity that somehow emerged from the dust and the death. Both heartbreaking and haunting, his words will stay with you like that 'forever September morning.Susan Pattonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403689531697507204.post-21034156770022357672008-09-17T20:33:00.000-07:002008-09-17T20:35:20.576-07:00First: Many thanks for publishing such a wondrous and beautiful poem.<br />My daughter, Marie, manages Books by the Sea in Osterville, MA and I was there helping her out yesterday when the books came in (only 4) and I sold them right away as there had been an article in the Cape Cod Times about the poem and how it was "hauntingly beautiful"<br />(Another order called in immediately)<br /><br />Now the long story.<br />When my Granddaughter, Olivia, was in 5th grade (now in College) she had to do a project on the Twin Towers, pretty extensive for a little kid. I helped her so we both knew a lot about the building and how it came to be. She had called there and a very nice woman sent her a lot of info. and material for her to use. She even had to make a replica, in which she used venetian blind boxes!!<br /><br />I told Liv that I would take her to visit and she could thank the kind woman in person. Alas, it was not to be.<br /><br />Liv called me the day of 9/11 (we were at the Cape and she was in<br />school in MD) She said: "Nana I can't even watch because I am crying so hard"<br /><br />I am going to send Olivia :"Bikeman" as it is such a beautiful and poignant rendition of that fateful day.<br /><br />I wrote a poem shortly after 9/11 which I have titled<br /><br />AFTERMATH<br /><br />In the very early morning<br />Way before Dawn<br />The harvest moon shining brightly in the sky<br />Lighting my path and casting shadows<br />The wind rustling the leaves and breaking the silence<br />Along with the constant hum of the cicadas<br />Peace and tranquility<br />Until day breaks<br />And the cacophony of the news<br />Assaults our senses<br />And summons us to unbearable sadness<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403689531697507204-2103415677002235767?l=bikeman1stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tom Flynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12143204660715411406noreply@blogger.com1