5am the whistle blows. He says “I’ll see you later”
He’s out the door and on his way to help another stranger
He doesn’t care how old or young
What gender or what race.
It’s something he just has to do he feels that it’s his place
He does it not for money or fame
He does it to help others
He says “this could be my place, My kids or my mother”.
God put him here for reason only he could know.
But I believe it is because he has a tender soul
A calming touch,
A stern voice
A love for fellow man
It makes him what he is today
He is my fireman
Author: Stacy Stickler.