Courage is a place
that lives in the heart.
There are no maps.
There are no landmarks,
to show the way.

There is only an heroic moment,
and then there is a hero.
Somewhere, in a far away land,
there is a special
Hall of Heroes

And in it are garlanded statues
of men and women with plaques
laid at their feet. It is filled
with those who gave part of themselves,

Those who gave all of themselves,
Physically and/or emotionally,
and those who absorbed the inferno,
so that others could live.
On September 11, let us

Lift our flags high!
Let us honor our heroes,
Both the living and the dead.

Mary Naylor

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september-11/