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Touching my hand was a wet doggy.
Whatever my fate was going to be,
My dog, my hero would be with me,
If he was in terror it did not show,
I was the weak one that I know.
With agile body and eyes that could see
He swiftly, surely guided me,
Masonry was flying through the air,
Debris was scattered everywhere.
Down those stairs we fairly flew,
Now sparks and flames shooting everywhere,
We survived somehow, It’s true,

We managed to escape with just seconds to spare.
Our wounds were gently tended,
In time, our bodies mended.
But the memories of that fateful day.
Will never ever go away.
Twas just an ordinary day on the forty second floor,
Then it was gone, there are no floors anymore.
Our story’s not quite finished; Bob helped me to survive,
My dog, he got a special medal, me …..I am still alive   *end of manuscript
That night I spent recovering in a hospital bed
A miraculous escape all the papers said.
The reporter’s photo’d me till I was black and blue.
I cuddled Bob so the world knew he was a hero too.
That night I don’t think I slept at all,
thinking of the crumbling walls and fire ball.
Though I am blind God gave me Bob to compensate
Because of that, I don’t stand at heaven’s gate.
Two thousand, nine hundred and seventy-seven died because of that terrorist attack,
Tens of thousands will live to endure the terrible flak.
Loss of family, loved ones, colleagues, friends who died,
Will be remembered for many a day.
War is war, and the terrorist who did this terrible deed,
Will meet the “American” revenge soon I pray

With the loss of the twin towers,
America answered the enemy by building freedom tower.
You see why America sits high in the world’s freedom hall.
She did not bow to the enemy,
she faced them, and walked tall.
Well done America the free world needs you;
we really appreciate your support in whatever you do.
The Twin Towers in New York was attacked on September 11th 2001 by terrorist’s planes which were crashed into them, killing 2977.  On going through poems sent to me, for reading as presenter in the Sunlight Centre in Gillingham, Kent. England a few years ago, I received this hand written poem, I cannot find the poet’s name who wrote this I think the content is great, so I have passed it on to you to contemplate.  It had no title. I have tidied it up and added verse to give it a strong finish. It reminds us all that terrorism at the moment seems far away, but they can strike anywhere and at any time. Now follows the manuscript as received.
That night I spent recovering in a hospital bed
A miraculous escape all the papers said.
The reporters photo’d me till I was black and blue,
I cuddled Bob so the world knew he was a hero too.

That night I don’t think I slept at all,
thinking of the crumbling walls and fire ball.
Though I am blind God gave me Bob to compensate
Because of that, I don’t stand at heaven’s gate.

Two thousand, nine hundred and seventy seven died because of that terrorist attack,
Tens of thousands will live to endure the terrible flak.
Loss of family, loved ones, colleagues, friends who died,
will be remembered for many a day.
War is war, and the terrorist who did this terrible deed,
will meet the “American” revenge soon I pray.

Others jumped from windows, taking fatal dives.
The stairs were breaking up as people rushed by,
Who could blame them, they didn’t want to die,
Soon I was alone, stumbling and choking in the smog,
I felt there was no hope for a blind man and his dog.
“Bob”, my loyal guide dog,
Was, as always by my side,
Trembling, he guided me through the smog,
And over the bodies of people who died.
Bob had always been more than my guide,
He was family and friend.
I didn’t want him by my side.
Until the grizzly end
.
I knew then what I had to do,
“Go Bob, leave” I cried,
If he ran now, he could be safe
He must not stay here, till he died.
I loosed the leash, and shouted” Go” again,
He licked my hand, and next to me he stayed,
I thought, “What’s up with Bob, he never disobeys,
“If he stays here, he, till I die,
I thought, dismayed.
Four times I tried to make him go,
His life depended on it, but how could he know,
Although in mortal terror that damn dog would not heed,

No matter how I screamed at him, he would not obey and leave.
My heart was heavy with despair, just one thing left to do,
With angry voice I screamed at him “LEAVE, I don’t want you!”
I lashed out with a hefty kick, felt my boot strike bone,
I heard him yelp with fear and pain…and then I was alone.
The stairway walls were hot, oxygen becoming depleted,
I picked me way down, stair by stair; I must not be defeated,
Twisted metal and masonry, walls heaving and shaking,
I even felt the steps beneath my feet disintegrating
Down was the only way to go,
I prayed for my dog, I loved him so,
I hoped that he’d run very fast, and that he’d got free,
I couldn’t bear it if he’d died, because he’d stayed with me.

I heard the clattering of feet
Of some fireman coming up
“Keep going, pal, they shouted through the heat
“We saw your dog on the first floor, he’s a plucky pup.”
“Looks like he has made a dash,
He’s limping and he’s got a gash.
Someone’s trying to calm him down.”
I thanked them with a nod and a frown.
I heaved a sigh of great relief,
But what happened next defies belief,
I’d stumbled, then just a I rose,
I didn’t believe it, I felt a wet nose.
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