Morning Fire
The call comes out at a quarter of four,
It's a house on fire so you hit the door.
You rush to the station, just barely alive,
You open the bay door to get engine 10-05.
Then 10-01 quickly follows behind,
And as soon as you get there, you drop the first line.
The house is engulfed with smoke and with fire,
Your adrenaline is flowing, but then it gets higher.
You stare at the flames, it burns your eyes,
And then you hear a child cry.
Inside is trapped a baby of two,
You have no airpack, so what do you do?
Bravely enough you feel the front door,
It' s not too hot, so you hit the floor.
You push the door open, And flames kiss the sky,
But you can still hear that scared baby cry.
You crawl aroud until you find the place,
Where the cries came from, and then you see her face.
She covered in ashes and can barely get her breath
If it wasn't for you, she would have known death
You pull her away from the danger and harm,
Then she runs to her mother and jumps in her arms.
The ambulance is waiting, to see she's ok,
They give her some oxygen, and send her on her way.
You watch as they knock down the fire you've just braved,
You think to yourself, and then you're amazed.
You've done it for nothing, not money, not fame.
You've just saved a child, That you knew not her name.
You go back to the station and pull the trucks in,
You discuss what has happened, but where to begin.
Everyone asked if it was worth all the strife,
And you tell them "Yes", cause you just saved a life.
You go back home and get back in bed,
And thousands of thoughts run through your head.
No-one gets a medal, no-one gets praise,
You don't get paid, so you don't get a raise.
No matter how much the flames you do fear,
You do it for Free,
because you're a VOLUNTEER.
Erin Hensley
Member, Mt. Gilead Vol. Fire Department
Dedicated to my Husband, and All Volunteers Everywhere!
