Fireman Poems and Prayers | Firefighter Poetry
Firefighter
She became a firefighter at a very young age
Passed with flying colors at every stage
Determined to follow the footsteps of her family
That is the dream that she did see.
She built up her body like any man
But had the gentlest hands.
The kindest heart that anyone would know
And that was something that she did show.
She would put the person on her back
Looking forward and would never slack
Her goal was to save all the lives she can
That was her goal, that was her plan.
And every time she looked at her children
As a mother would often do- and see the pride in their eyes
And in the faces of the lives she saved and prevented
Them from going to an early grave.
Then she would know that the choice she made
To be a firefighter would take her spirits so much higher.
So to the firefighters I salute you one and all
So stand proud, stand tall.
louis rams
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The Volunteer Firefighter
Australia is at war with bloody red flames
burning our land until charcoal remains
The volunteer fireman, our hero and hope
Risks his life through the billowing smoke
Through the crackling intensity and dreadful smell
His eyes are straining as he pushes through hell
For a moment he pauses and gazes around
To see wildlife perishing - ash to the ground
Thirsty and shocked animals whimper with pain
He realizes our fauna will never be the same
The fireman now grabs his water to share
with the wounded koala in a state of despair
Shattered, the fireman stares up in vain
Willing the heavens to send down rain
Though weariness shows on his blackened face
He won't allow fatigue to slow down his pace
Julie King
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Im A Volunteer (Poem For Volunteer Firefighters) Firefighter
The night is silent, there is no light.
But somewhere across town, there is a fire to fight.
The noise of my pager awakens me
Dispatch shouts of fire with entrapment.
I get my keys and stumble to my feet.
I rush to my truck, hoping I'm in luck.
The blue light spins, as i hope we can win.
I get to the station and don my heavy gear
I get on the truck to fight someone's fear.
Passenger seat I sit, we'll be there in a bit.
With sirens yelping and red lights lighting the night sky
I hope to God no one on my truck dies.
As we round the corner, I see a glow
Hoping to god the house doesn't blow.
We pull up front and I hop off the truck
Grabbing a hose and putting a pack on my back
I rush in to a smoke filled darkness without looking back.
I'm alone and scared, hoping God is looking down
The room comes alive, an orange hell around.
I open the hose in an attempt to drown
The child is in here, I look all around
I hear the order to get out now!
The roof is sagging, I run to the door
I trip on a door as the flames roar
There he lays, in the same door.
I scoop and run, i can't make it to the door
Out a window i dive, from the second floor.
I hit the pavement and start CPR.
Hoping I can make the run to the EMS car.
I dropp the baby off as i fall to my knees
As tired as I may be, I have a fire to fight.
God, I love this life.
Fifteen minutes later, I stumble to my rig.
looking at the remains, the house was so big.
I walk into my house, nearly 6 o'clock.
I did my job, and I did it well.
This is not my career, I'm a Volunteer.
Tyler S. Johnson
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