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2009 Poetry Theme Challenges#3 Thank You Firefighters |
For the next 4 weeks the theme challenge will be a "Thank You Firefighters". Use your imagination with the picture posted above, even
the most dangerous creatures can be tamed when in need of help. I am sure there has been a fire that touched your heart in your country. I believe it is time to thank those who helped with the rescue of homes, humans, animals and natures beautiful trees. To add to the challenge try combining it with the Form Challenge. Twinklewriter.  |
Thank You Firefighters |
Maryse AchongThey risk life and limb every time they respond To a call; yet they are so often taken For granted. These men and women deserve our Deepest gratitude. back to list |
Lorainne DafneyLifeless puppy left for dead, is given a dose of oxygen and love, thank you rescued back to list |
Ryter RoethicleThe Gods have hid the moon and stars Just like they hid the sun from sight To mourn and avoid more pain This is no time for might The innocent fly up to heaven The sinners stay in a hell that they created And what of the beasts that died Are their evil desires now sated? The Koala was the first to die Too slow too move along the ground so well His home aflame, no more a heaven Was now a flaming eucalyptic hell. Other creatures ways were blocked By bush that should've been cleared away And now provided kindling To build up the flame this way. Rare or pest flames did the rest Threatened species too I hope Greenpeace warriors think of this When they try to close a zoo. Three places built to care for them Were burnt completely away And the creature kept within these walls Join the millions that died this day. The tragic toll can only be guessed A million maybe more creatures died Some have been saved and may still live But a lot have to be euthanized. At end of day the Moon hid by smoke Still weeps, but her tears are dry The ducts are empty all fluid gone 'Caused she watched too many die. ----- Black Saturday Once again we have to thank you Your vigilance and hard work Thwarted danger in spite of the heat and wind Prepared as you were there is no escaping What a miracle you have worked. Yet there is no peace for you You fight the fires, then must prepare again Because some stupid person stopped you before And only after so much death and destruction You were allowed do your proper job. Two weeks ago you emerged from hell As saviours and heroes every one This Thursday gone four fires were left With promise of a another tormented weekend But you were prepared this time and won. To all the fire stations and firefighters No matter where you're from I thank you with all my heart You're all bloody heroes, God bless you, everyone. ----- Thank You The alarm has rung, you must run from work Where you have to gather at the yard. Another call's been made, another fire's been seen Another time you'll be working bloody hard. A grass fire this time probably a passing car Has thrown out a still lit cig. Although small at first with this wind and heat It could grow into something big. The hot north wind has fanned the blaze This isn't an ordinary breeze. For if it isn't put out quick those bloody sparks Could fly into those nearby trees. If they gets alight your in deep shit There's a thousand acres of wood And behind that a new estates been built If the flames gets there it wont do any good, Gazza's there with his brand new tractor Trying to cut out a too narrow fire brake But its much too little, much too late For any bloody good to make. Yer hands are tied by bloody red tape Yers can't clear and prepare for fire So those Chardonnay sipping bastards Have once again put you in the mire. So blokes like Frank, and Laurie and Bluey Must work twice or three times as hard Risking their lives, their sanity and health All caused by a stupid bastards discard. This time they won and beat back the fire But this isn't always the case They got there in time and worked bloody hard With more wind they could have lost the race. So next time you see a Firefighter Buy him or her, a bloody drink Cause it could be him or her one day Or similar, that'll pull you out the stink. God Bless Em every one! ----- Zero Chance They were too young to die When Vesta made her call At such a tender age. As heroines they left Departing from life's stage. They were too young to die Twenty one and one more The world was at their feet. Beauty and innocence So nothing could compete. They were too young to die In caring for their horses Trying to save their lives They met with cruel forces Were unable to survive. They were too young to die Their gravestones will remark Death was busy that day Gathering souls out the fire And taking them to play. back to list |
Nia WynneLike angels they come to our rescue in time, When fire would consume us, their wings unfurl, fly Quicker than the smoke, stronger than a rip tide. Thankfully, we sigh... back to list |
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