Monday, September 11, 2023

Operation Yellow Ribbon: Remembering Poetry Monday

 

Sauteed Ranch Spinach | recipe developed by Karen of www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #sidedish




Poetry Monday's once a week.
I bet you know which day.
I don't participate every time,
But today I've come out to play.

My friends assign each week a theme,
Remembering is what they chose.
Now it's up to all of us,
to put our thoughts into prose.
 







 
Operation Yellow Ribbon


Twenty-two years ago, our country, 
suffered a devastating loss.
Hate was on our doorstep,
bigotry showing us who was boss.

Almost 3000 friends and family,
died the day of that attack.
Although we'll always remember them, 
nothing can bring them back.

Seven from a company,
doing a job I used to do,
flying out on a business trip,
as I'd done when I worked there too.



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Our airspace was shut down that day, 
diverted to Canada and ensconced.
People shocked, scared, and uncertain, 
Operation Yellow Ribbon, the response.

For days our neighbors to the north,
their humanity publicly viewed,
cared for our stranded citizens,
providing shelter and food.


 
Sauteed Ranch Spinach | recipe developed by Karen of www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #sidedish

Sauteed Ranch Spinach
Sauteed Ranch Spinach | recipe developed by Karen of www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #sidedish
 

The threat to our democracy,
right now, comes from within.
To honor those who died that day,
democracy must resoundingly win. 

 
 

 
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Read more poetry, 
you're not through.
Some talented writers
are in this crew:
 
 

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Sauteed Ranch Spinach        
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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
1 TBSP butter
1 clove garlic, minced
1/4 onion, sliced
1/4 cup ranch dressing
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
dash of dried red pepper flakes 
10 oz spinach, cleaned
1 TBSP grated parmesan
6 grape tomatoes, halved

Directions:
*In a large sautee pan, over medium heat, melt the butter. Add the garlic and onion, and cook, stirring, until the onion softens.
*Mix in the ranch dressing, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes. Cook, stirring, for one minute.
*Add the spinach to the pan and cook, stirring so all of the spinach is coated with the sauce, until the spinach has wilted.
*Add the tomatoes to the pan, stir, and sprinkle with the parmesan to serve. 

18 comments:

  1. Tears here. Remembering the horror as well as the good from that day. A watershed moment in history!
    Wonderful poem!

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    1. Thank you, Diane. We will always remember the kindness you Canadians showed the world.

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  2. The disbelief, the horror, the quiet sky, the stories of heroes and help. We always remember. Donna.

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  3. We watched Sixty Minutes last night...they brought us through the day with the bravery of the NYC firefighters. NEVER FORGET!!

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  4. I've watched all the documentaries they made about it. I remember watching the news for days after it happened.

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  5. A lovely poem it is a day not to be forgotten

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    1. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem, a difficult theme, I tried to do it justice.

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  6. On this day, I remember, once again, Bonnie of the blog Frogma, and how she participated in the boatlift that took stranded Manhattan office workers (including a former manager of mine) back home across the rivers to New Jersey. May her memory be a blessing. There were so many acts of kindness that day. Our country has totally lost its way. You did a good job with the poem.

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    1. I remember Bonnie, I used to read her blog often, but I didn't know this about her.

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  7. I remember exactly where I was when I heard about the first plane crash. At work, the boss brought in a small television. Nothing of substance got done that day.

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  8. This is a beautiful tribute poem. I pray we do find our way, and soon.

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  9. Your last stanza says it all. All. It's everything.

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