Firetrucks
Ma came in my room and put a pair of shoes on my feet
It was hard to say if we would be returning so we should prepare to leave
She took my hand and walked me through smoke and past the fire
To see the real live firetrucks outside the house, how red they shine
It will be fine.
Now I enjoy camping in the woods every night and day, free of responsibility
I brag about my permanent retreat from society
Because I have nowhere else to sleep.
When you get on train or boat, or you embark on a long walk on your own
To a place you do not want to go
And from which you may never return
When you see everything around you burn
You don’t cry and you don’t speak the worst out loud in words
You learn to focus on a light, a beautiful firetruck, a tent’s glowing candle
It makes the trip less difficult for us all to handle.
Copyright © Amy Sell | Year Posted 2018
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