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Three Firemen
It is late at night- we three sit alone-
That is my two brothers and me.
We hear sirens- and automatically think-
Let’s play firemen.
We put on our gear and headed towards the fire-
It’s cold and windy- the fire is ablaze-
We hear cries mingled with the roar of the wind.
The building is tall- the windows are barred-
The cries touch our hearts-
The ladder climber reaches the very top
The heat is unbearable- but we cannot stop.
The bars plunk down- clattering loudly to the street-
The people saved stand together in a huddle, hugging one another-
A siren shatters the night- but- it will not be needed-
Because, three firemen, have come to the rescue-
Together they make a fine team- today they stand hand-in-hand
Forever the three firemen-
When the parents came home, they carried three sleeping children to bed
Saving lives- always tires them out.
Copyright ©
Gwendolyn Cloyd
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