This is a poem about what to do in an emergency. Most of the lines in it are common sense, but since many people lose their calmness in a time like this, it gives the readers some advice.

Sometimes the greatest place to visit… sometimes… Basement,

Phooey find a missing man and learns about alzheimer’s.

I find firemen really appealing.

A vivid description of firemen.

Sometimes a love that burns red hot turns to cold grey ashes over time.The fire that burnt so high and bright has now gone out.Then you write it all down in the book of life and learn to move on. The winds will blow away the ashes, letting a new fire get started once again.

My views on strike action which is Antique to say the least.

Victums of 9/11, fear factor, sacrifice, let us remember, conspiracy,heroes.

A place of solitude and relaxation is quickly changed forever. The hazards are many, but with grit and determination, a complete disaster is avoided.

There was an ambulance…