Into the bowels of Hell, these brave ones go
To save the lives
of those they do not know
Guided by training
& Camaraderie while overcoming fear
They dare to go
with only Guardian Angels near
Through the smoke
and heat and gasses too
They fight their
fears when looking for you
A life to save is
their primary task
Think of them with kindness is
all they ask
The Cross of Malta is their chosen crest
Love of another is the required test
First to respond when all spells gloom
They won't quit though it could be their own doom
These Fire Fighters have seen so much
Burned and broken bodies, death, destruction and
such
They go back for more each and every day
Because it's the lives they save that makes them
stay
All for one and one for all
You go - I go that is their call
And in their quest, when some do fall
The rest stand strong - still giving their all
The loss of a family member does take it's toll
Cuts to the quick, down deep in your soul
Heroes forever, when they die
And that is when brave men cry.
I really like this poem! Did you write it yourself?
ReplyDeleteYes I did
ReplyDeleteNice poem Isaiah! Can we see more in the future? C.D.
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