Fire trucks with red lights flashing <br />sirens screaming policeman's whistle blowing <br />direct the traffic that's coming, pedestrians no crossing <br />no slowing down with intense speed keep moving on straight ahead <br />with the switch of traffic lights, they remain all in red Up the ladder to the sky, flames blazed near my eyes <br />ax in hand, chopping when I can, I see billows of smoke <br />flames singed near my coat, lest they forget we save their lives <br />within short time our fire crew arrives, escorted with hoses of <br />forceful water <br />pouring to put out the flames, only cinders and black soot remains Impact of roof top falls to charcoal black, colored timber <br />a praise in time is like a souvenir with a satisfied mind, honors <br />from the chief we're courageous and brave, one believing time is <br />essential <br />bringing bravery at hand they are dangerously attempted to give <br />all they can <br />resting in his arms doing his best, little girl Jane rescued from her <br />bed in her night dress <br />The bed and mattress disintegrate into a bed of fire, It's a shame <br />finding her dolly smoldering into a mass of ashes of blue flame <br />locked in with window panes, and door combustion of flames in fire red <br />glow <br />continuing winds blowing and snowing freezing underfoot of ice, <br />sliding and <br />heavy hoses, with muscle holding, firemen honored with praise<br /><br />Inez Kobus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honored-with-praise/
