When fire sits on top of the head <br />Smoke can hardly enter the nostrils <br />Feet walking on coals <br />And fire bugs bite <br /> <br />The fireman loves <br />He puts on the axe in hand <br />Better than class rings <br />Even other rings <br /> <br />Fires burn when they do a job <br />How the man can burn without <br />Restriction can burn a man about <br />Head to toe <br /> <br />The soul is made pure by fire <br />Man loves to burn <br />It is even his desire <br />Afterwards he must <br />Needs be tended to <br /> <br />If not <br />The fire has yet a job to do <br />To burn a man through and through <br />If so <br /> <br />Hold him dear <br />In the fire he bore many tears <br />In this fashion <br />He lives all his years <br /> <br />What is fire? <br />It's much like Our Father <br />Or yet <br />He be the fireman <br />And we on fire<br /><br />Deci Hernandez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fireman-4/
