One more fire


The alarm sounds, its late at night,

One more fire for us to fight.

We jump out of bed, our clothes already on,

Slide down the pole, and slip our bunker gear on.


We leave the station, lights sirens and horns,

How this hell fire started, nobody knows.

We check all for injuries. Counting our blessings no one was hurt,

The flames are extinguished, and our work is done.

We head back to the station, and wait for the next fire run.


By Stan j Sisney