Everyone was sleeping as the smoke curled through the air.
No one watched the flame flicker below the smoke wisps there.
Yet stirred there, one lone soul, whose watch he was a-keeping,
As on that fire he sat the coffee pot for those still sleeping.
Before the coffee boiled, though, that sound he hates to hear;
Brought from each firefighter, response from well trained ear.
The alarm awakened everyone, into their boots they plunged,
Drew up the straps, threw on their coats and towards the trucks they lunged.
Another fire, un-noticed, was devouring someone’s home.
As all too often is the case, this fire was not alone.
A quick count of the family showed that two were still inside,
The mother and her daughter, too confused to run outside.
The fireman didn’t stop to think, the crowd knew not his name,
But donned his mask without a pause and ran into the flame.
Minutes passed ‘fore he emerged with mother in his arms
And passed her off to those would protect her from more harm.
Ne’er moment passed and he was gone, back to the raging fire,
Now grown beyond the crew’s control, flaming ever higher.
The crowd was horrified to see him plunge back thru the blaze.
There was no way to stop him when there’s someone left to save.
Another firefighter, seemed to sense the dawning doom,
Afraid her comrade may have failed to find the girls bedroom,
Rushed into the furnace with no thought of her wellbeing,
Through walls of searing flame and smoke through which there was no seeing.
They found them both next morning, when sifting through the ash.
She still with mask held to his face, beneath the wall collapse.
The little girl had gotten out, jumped through a backroom window
And lost amongst the crowd outside, could not have let them know.
Firefighters are a group of special men and women,
Who share a sort of sacred bond that’s only known to them.
They put their lives and limbs at risk without a second thought
Protecting each of us from harm regardless of the cost.
These fallen heroes will be mourned and they’ll be sorely missed,
The mayor will proclaim with pride, “I wish for more like this!”
There’ll be firefighters come and firefighters go.
They’re all special but none so much as these – Fallen Heroes.
David E. Dunham – April 2008