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!
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