A Soldier of Fire
At work, all day & all night long,
You sit & answer to the same ole song,
The song of sirens & alarms, my dear,
Rushing & hurrying to help those in fear.
You charge to their sides with an extremely fast pace,
All without warning or a glimpse of apprehension on your face,
Sometimes the danger is far too great,
You face it strong & don't hesitate.
You surge inside the blazing hot fire,
Circumstances ae weak & seem very dire,
But you keep your training & skills in tact,
Firefighting, rescuing skills & strength are things you cannot lack.
It takes a brave man, I'll call him a soldier,
To do what you do, always having to look over your shoulder.
To this man, I give the utmost respect,
For, with all of your duties-
One thing you never show is, neglect.
By: C.M.Damare'
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