Firefighter Poems

Firemen's Prayer

When I am called to duty, God
Wherever flames may rage
Give me strength to save a life
Whatever be its age.

Let 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
To give the best in me,
To guard my friend and neighbor
And protect their property.

And, if, according to your will,
I have to lose my life,
Please bless, with your protecting hand,
My family and my wife.

My father was a fireman.
He drove a big red truck
and when he'd go to work each day
he'd say "Mother wish me luck".

Then Dad would not come home again
'til some time the next day.
But the thing that bothered me the most
was the thing's some folks would say.

"A fireman's life is easy,
he eats and sleeps and plays,
and sometimes he won't fight a fire
for days and days and days".

When I first heard these words
I was too young to understand
but I knew when people had trouble
Dad was there to lend a hand.

Then my father went to work one day
and he kissed us all goodbye
but little did we realize
that night we all would cry.

My father lost his life that night
when the floor gave way below,
I wondered why he'd risked his life
for someone he did not know.

But now I truly realize
the greatest gift a man can give
is to lay his life upon the line
so that someone else might live.

So as we go from day to day
and we pray to God above,
say a prayer for your local Firemen.
They may save the one's you love.

"Hey mom! He yelled from the attic door,
'What's these old heavy boots and hard hat for?"
With a lump in her throat and a tear stained cheek,
His mother swallowed and started to speak.
"Come here my son," his mother said,
"There's things to tell when I clear my head."
The past raced madly through her mind;
She searched her heart, the words to find.
At last she sighed and rubbed his hair,
And the words that followed I'd like to share.
"These boots and hat," she said with pride,
"were worn by a man with grit inside.
He wore them to help people in need,
Though facing danger would never concede.
Many of time in the dead of night,
He jumped in those boots and dashed out of sight,
To answer a call and not knowing for sure
What danger or heartache he may have to endure,
Your father, my son, was not like most dads,
It was mainly because of the job he had.
His life was devoted to all of mankind,
And just why he choose it, is not clear in my mind.
I've often regretted the life that we led,
When every third night I was alone in our bed.
But your mother is proud to say she was a part,
Of a man who possesses such a courageous heart.
Though, for all his discomfort and all of his pain,
The time he spent here was never in vain.
So the memories I've kept and the love I will save,
Are small consolations for the life that he gave.
Your father's days here made other's seem brighter,
For your father, my son, was a Firefighter.