A Night At Firestation Number 9
By Thomas Koron
[In Loving Memory of Jack Nowack]
Smoke billows up into the midnight air,
As flames now engulf a house down the street,
And neighbors wake up to fearfully stare.
A loud alarm calls strong men to their feet,
And they all dress up in protective clothes;
Which help to shield their bodies from the heat.
Safety comes first, as each one of them knows–
For the danger they face is very real,
And this is when their true bravery shows.
They run to slide down the railing of steel
That connects the upper and lower floors;
Then decide who will be taking the wheel.
They quickly board the truck, and close the doors,
As the sirens blare, and the engine roars.
Copyright © by the owner.
