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First Responders |
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MAVBEAR Junior Member
since 2006-10-19
Posts 33Louisiana |
FIRST RESPONDERS They fly at the first Light of day After working By moonbeams The night before They are called THE FIRST RESPONDERS They only know They must respond For so many depend Upon them, for a chance For life to continue They fly low, over the Power lines, at great risk To life and limb, aware they Had to do, what must be done For somewhere out there On a roof top, or some parcel Floating, was a person In desparate need, the cries For help, seem so many For the few, they can assist From roof top, to roof top To home made rafts, they fly In again and again, dangling From a string, in the sky They land and lift, away the few Consouling others, they wlll return Then they come, to one A mother and child Alone on a parcel of roof The water rising so Terrribly fast, the mother Begging, to save her child Decision is swift THE RESPONDER Goes down, landing Close to the child The mother struggles In the water below Keeping her child From danger there He reaches for her No chance to assist She pleads with him Take my child mister He is all I have Her pleads, he heeds Knowing full well Her fate is sealed The water torrent Takes her away Disappearing under The muddy waters cold The responder lifts Away with the child Once inside the trembling His partner tries to console He tries hard to keep control The tears were not Going to let it be He looked upon the child Thought, how would This child consider What has happened here His mother died So he could live Why this responder Didnt save his mother He loved so dear One may question Surely, none would be Held responsible, for all Was done, that could be But then, what if It was your mother And you the child Would you be, so Easy to forgive So you see Responders, put more Than life and limb on the line They put their heart and soul Many times, we sit and watch As the responders, do what they do We say, they are trained and paid This is what, we expect of them I think, when one does these deeds One gives his heart and soul In a very special way Only hopes, he can do, with Honor, what has to be done Whether, it is fireman Policeman or a mere man On the street FIRST RESPONDERS It makes no difference From whatever source The courage within When called upon All are the heros of THE FIRST RESPONDERS THANK GOD FOR THEM |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You have clearance I'm sure to know such firsthand.  Thank you! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes indeed...thank God for them! |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
Sure do thank God for them! They are such selfless people to do this work. Heros in every way, humbling themselves in life threatening rescues. Nice poem. God bless, Rae |
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