The Fire Truck

With flashing lights, the fire truck Moved speedily my way. The hose was tucked in tightly, Waiting for its chance to spray. The driver, in his helmet, Kept a fixed and steady gaze While the siren blared so they would make it Quickly to the blaze. My toddler grandson watched in awe As it went zipping by, Excitement lighting up his face - No need to wonder why. We'd watch that scene repeat itself, Before the day was through, At least a hundred times because The batteries are new!