The lone bagpipe in the distance no longer makes a sound

Tears in you’re eyes you’re brothers in the ground

 You hear seven bells and the “ten-seven”

You know he’s on his way to fight fires in heaven


Standing in line at the pearly gates

 Two others in front of him awaiting their fate

 When his turn comes he trembles with fear

 The almighty asks him “son, why are you here”


“I died in a fire” but before he could finish god drew him near “you’re a firefighter” god asks

A slight squeak of “yes sir” is the reply

The pearly gates swung open

 “Come on in” says god as he tolls the bell

 “You belong in heaven; you’ve seen enough of hell”


Bryan Klemme: forest bend volunteer fire dept.