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There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well
and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell.
When day temperatures are soaring and the high winds blow a gust,
and our bushland is ignited it's in them we place our trust.
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
When their mates are in the hot seat and they need a helping hand,
they will volunteer their services from stations 'cross this land.
Whether country towns or cities or a bush fire brigade;
they will gladly throw their hats in and will offer their mates aide.
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
Do you owe your home or property, your very lives perhaps,
to the selfless, sincere efforts of these bold fire-fighting chaps?
Or still sadly you lost everything, but proudly can attest
to their fierce determination as each brave soul did their best.
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
So I ask you all to join me as we stand and raise a glass
to the courage and the spirit of this fire fighting, class;
and I'm sure you'd love to join me as this message we impart,
"You're such true blue hard hat heroes and we thank you from the heart."
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
Copyright © Merv Webster | Year Posted 2005
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the thoughts that rest here deep
I’m laying low and waiting
as those bullets whiz past me
it’s those little things that wound
those moments I can’t see
can we reach the pinnacle
or all that we can be?
imagination covers
too heavy in this heat
you try to pull the blanket off
I sit in the hot seat
the gash that will not stop
my mind continues to seep
nothing stops the heartache
of a heart that will still bleed
we lay down here together
as usual I don’t sleep
your hand rests on my body
there’s no comfort there for me
it flows out with the current
a bottle floating at sea
coming back to haunt this room
just one more lonely dream
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2011
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We’ve been burned before:
Left in the hot seat
smoldering and angry.
Wondering how we got here
and if we’re ever going home.
We marvel at downpours
their ability to not only quench desire
but to drown out the burning
as though it never happened.
Why can’t they remember
what we can’t forget?
So I watch the torch pass
from one hand to the next
the motorcade following
one alighting, then more
Because to drop it now
would be a sin:
So we hold it up
like a beacon.
Let it light the way
for the path – the subsequent
stumble, charring and burning…
Well done!
Copyright © Irene Hammer-McLaughlin | Year Posted 2009
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Any good judge and jury would convict me
Slam the door shut, toss out the key
High crimes and misdemeanors in the first degree
Caught in cahoots with poetry
Armed with pen and paper in hand
Stealing from me all that I have
Until my muse says there's nothing left
Empty's the till inside my pounding head
I'll sing like a stool pigeon in the hot seat
In a police line up I'll point out the poetry
Say that's the one that did this to me
The one with the sly smile and rhyme in his teeth
I'll throw myself on the mercy of the court
Plead insanity as I cackle and cough
To tell the truth if you only knew
That last statement is not too far off
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017
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Tricks and treats;
Good old eats;
Treats are just great,
We often crave treats that rate,
Tricks played, could land one in the hot seat!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018