The night is silent, there is no light. <br />But somewhere across town, there is a fire to fight. <br />The noise of my pager awakens me <br />Dispatch shouts of fire with entrapment. <br />I get my keys and stumble to my feet. <br />I rush to my truck, hoping I'm in luck. <br />The blue light spins, as i hope we can win. <br /> <br />I get to the station and don my heavy gear <br />I get on the truck to fight someone's fear. <br />Passenger seat I sit, we'll be there in a bit. <br />With sirens yelping and red lights lighting the night sky <br />I hope to God no one on my truck dies. <br /> <br />As we round the corner, I see a glow <br />Hoping to god the house doesn't blow. <br />We pull up front and I hop off the truck <br />Grabbing a hose and putting a pack on my back <br />I rush in to a smoke filled darkness without looking back. <br />I'm alone and scared, hoping God is looking down <br />The room comes alive, an orange hell around. <br />I open the hose in an attempt to drown <br />The child is in here, I look all around <br /> <br />I hear the order to get out now! <br />The roof is sagging, I run to the door <br />I trip on a door as the flames roar <br />There he lays, in the same door. <br />I scoop and run, i can't make it to the door <br />Out a window i dive, from the second floor. <br />I hit the pavement and start CPR. <br />Hoping I can make the run to the EMS car. <br /> <br />I dropp the baby off as i fall to my knees <br />As tired as I may be, I have a fire to fight. <br />God, I love this life. <br /> <br />Fifteen minutes later, I stumble to my rig. <br />looking at the remains, the house was so big. <br />I walk into my house, nearly 6 o'clock. <br />I did my job, and I did it well. <br />This is not my career, I'm a Volunteer.<br /><br />Tyler S. Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/im-a-volunteer-poem-for-volunteer-firefighters-firefighter/
