Posted on October 26, 2007 at 4:00pm
The alarm rang, as it had so many times before. He was the first of the fireman up and out, Awakened from his bed at the station By the clanging of the bell. Engine 62 pulled out of the bay, Dispatch paged another station. And all the firemen aboard the truck Were tensed with anticipation
"Sounds like a job, boys," He said as he donned his gear. And the young jakes smiled at him As they drew ever near.
They turned onto his own street And he could see the fire's work He hoped… Continue