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F riendly
I ntuitive
R esourceful
E mpathetic
F earless
I ntelligent
G iving
H onorable
T rustworthy
E ducated
R eady
The Firefighters Prayer
When I am called to duty, God, wherever flames may rage,
Give me the strength to save some life whatever be its age.
Help me embrace a little child before it is too late,
or save an older person from the horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout,
and quickly and efficiently to put the fire out.
I want to fill my calling and to give the best in me,
to guard my every neighbor and protect his property.
And if according to your plan I am to lose my life
Please bless with your protecting hand my children and my wife
Cowboy In A Hardhat
There's A Fire On The Mountain
There's A Fire In The Town
There's Flames Across The Prarie
Seems The Whole World's Burnin' Down
There's Terror In My Horse's Eye
An' Mine Are Wide And White
'Cause The Devil's Slingin' Fireballs
An' It Feels Like Hell Tonight
An' We're Cryin' For The Calvary
We're Prayin' For The Rain
'Cause This Place Is Dry As Tinder
Like As Not We'll Build Again
But I Turned Loose All The Critters
Wife An' Kids Are In The Truck
Seems We Been Run Out Of Dodge
An' We Sure Run Out Of Luck
Then Through The Wild Inferno
There Rides A Hero Band
On Thier Big Red Fire Wagons
An' Lord, They've Come To Make A Stand
They Look The Devil In The Eye
Boys Its Do Or Die Tonight
Says A Cowboy In A Hardhat
Come To Set Things Right
The Cowboy In The Hardhat
Shakes Out A Loop Of Hose
He May Be Spittin' In The Wind
But Seems This Cowboy Knows
The Odds Are Stacked Agin' Him
An' All Thats In The Path
But It's Something That He's Born To
To Take On Natures Wrath
Then The Flames Take On A Hunger
And It Seems He'll Be Consumed
But Singed And Sooty He Fights On
No Thought Of Death Or Doom
As The Conflagration Darts And Ebbs
Then Comes In Waves Again
But The Cowboy In The Hardhat
Is Not Like Other Men
Who Merely Do The Possible
To Hold Whats In Thier Grasp
He Reaches Deep Within Himself
And Finds The Strength To Last
Beyond The Thresholds Mortals Keep
Within The Lines And Odds
He'll Stop The Devil In His Dance
Upheld By Greater Gods
Then Through The Soot And Cinder
The Ashes And The Steam
My Home Stands Firmly Founded
'Mid The Smoke As In A Dream
Then The Heros Mount Thier Wagons
An' Pull Thier Hard Hats Down
No Time For Praise Or Gratitude
For The Fire Still Burns In Town
But We'll Remember When It's O'er
And Take The Time To Tell
Of The Cowboy In The Hardhat
Who Quenched The Fires Hell
A Little Girl's Poem
Her hair was up in a ponytail
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called,
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
She heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart"
With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
He's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.
You see he was a fireman
And died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
And taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy,"
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.
Only A Fireman
He's only a fireman the people say
As they pass him or give him the way
The alarm with a clatter, clatter and bang
His dress is not tidy and his face does tan.
But note he walks like a man
Not ashamed of friends nor foes
When to work each time he goes
Not dreading danger nor death each hour
For his trust and hope is in an unseen power
Who gives strength to his arm and light to his eye
He dreads not to live or fears not to die
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
(Firefighter's Version)
T'was the night before Chirstmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
When down through the chimney, all covered with soot
Came the Spirit of Fire, an ugly galoot.
His eyes glowed like embers, his features were stern
As he looked all around for something to burn.
What he saw made him grumble, his anger grew higher
For there wasn't a thing that would start a good fire.
No door had been blocked by the big Christmas tree
It stood in the corner, leaving passageways free.
The lights that glow brightly for Betty and Tim
Had been hung with precaution so none touched a limb.
All the wiring was new, not a break could be seen
And wet sand at its base kept the tree nice and green.
The tree had been trimmed by a mother insistent
That the ornaments used should be fire resistant.
The mother had known the things to avoid
Like cotton and paper and plain celluloid.
Rock wool, metal icicles and trinkets of glass
Gave life to the tree - it really had class.
And would you believe it, right next to the tree
Was a suitable box for holding debris -
A place to hold wrappings of paper and string
From all the gifts that Santa might bring.
The ugly galoot was so mad he could bust
As he climbed up the chimney in utter disgust.
For the folks in this home had paid close attention
To all of the rules of good fire prevention.
Firefighters are those crazy people who run into a burning building when all others are running out.
Firefighters are those people who wake up in the middle of the night to help an old lady, who fell out of bed.
Firefighters are those people who work on half eaten meals because someone needed their help.
Firefighters are those people who have a second family that seems just like a first family.
It's Just Our Job
Have you ever been called a Probee, or Rookie?
They're both the same.
Or bragged about being a fireman,
your only claim to fame.
Ever returned from a call at midnight,
tired, and wet and cold.
Knowing it's time to clean the trucks;
A tradition from days of old.
Our world is full of traditions,
like saying Grace at noon.
A parade in October,
in the light of a harvest moon.
Visting children at schools,
Our chest pushed out with pride.
Letting them blow the siren,
or even take a ride.
But this job's not all glory,
there's a dark and gloomy side,
of homes and memories burning,
of love ones trapped inside.
You pray you are successful
in easing someone's pain,
But often things are lost.
You never can regain.
When a fireman's duty calls him from his life
And the flag that draped his casket,is presented to his wife,
and when the bell is sounded,
FIVE, BY FIVE, BY FIVE.
And God's taken another hero's name,
out of the book of life.
Just remember, it's tradition!
>From day one you can depend,
that Comrades, Friends and Brothers,
Will Stand with you to the end.
It's just our job and we are proud till the end.
What it's About
The alarm's go off
Your heart skips a beat,
You run to your truck
So light on your feet
You put on your gear
Almost two legs at a time
Then jump on your truck,
Let's go have a good time
Your flying down the road now,
Lights flashing, sirens whaling
People stop and stare,
They wonder who, they wonder where
You can smell it, you can feel it,
Way before, you even see it
Then the flames come into view
So high, you wouldn't believe it
You're off the truck now,
Masked up and pulling hose
Keep your emotions in check,
But let that adrenalin flow
You test your hose, the water flows fine
Don't forget, there are lives on the line
The heat is intense now, as it rolls along the ceiling
Man it's a sight, man what a feeling
You fight the fire, as crews search the house
You pray to the Lord, the family made it out
You've done your job now the flames are knocked down
You start to mop up, as the family looks around
The crews are all accounted for,
And as you brake down the scene
You catch a look from the family,
It's a thank you that you see
And that's what it's about,
Not the money, not the fame
It's that thank you from the families,
That gets you through those rough days
You're a Fireman, and you thank the Lord every day,
That you get the chance to help someone,
Each and every day
Firefighters are those people who are always there in a moments notice when someone needs help.
Firefighters are those people who have hearts bigger than the whole universe.
Firefighters are those people who have to deal with people dying and people getting hurt.
Firefighters are those people who never usually get thanked for doing such a good job.
Firefighters are those people who have a second family that seems just like a first family.
Firefighters are those people who work on half eaten meals because someone needed their help.
Firefighters are those people who wake up in the middle of the night to help an old lady, who fell out of bed.
Firefighters are those crazy people who run into a burning building when all others are running out.
Firefighters are those people who are just always there.
Firefighters are those people who very rarely get a "Thank You," but when they do it is always welcome.
Firefighters are those people who may seem scary to little kids.
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