Courage
One
day my son asked me, Dad?
What does courage mean?
At first I simply answered,
No fear of certain things.
Then
in that same instant,
I looked across the street,
I saw my neighbors running,
And jumped up from my seat.
As I
ran out the front door,
I saw what had torn their lives,
The house that they had built and loved,
Was burning before my eyes.
We
quickly called the firemen,
And the minutes seemed liked years,
Then they came from everywhere,
To battle our biggest fears.
They
swiftly set up their weapons,
And clad their armor in a flash,
Then they faced the dragon,
A monster of fire and ash.
They
boldly rushed into the flames,
To face the devil and pick a fight,
Risking the very life they held,
For another on that night.
No one
was trapped inside that home,
But a life was still at stake,
For they have seen many homes lost,
And have seen many hearts break.
So
once again they fight their enemy,
A war they can never win,
For if they win the battle,
The devil runs to burn again.
But
while the devil was in that house,
They walked into his lair,
Facing his evil talons,
With water and stare.
They
saved my neighbor's home,
And the houses all around,
They cleaned their weapons,
Letting their armor fall to the ground.
It
wasn't until morning,
That I realized what all had taken place,
When I went into the house,
I saw the scar of the devil's face.
That
is when I turned to my son,
And answered the question again,
Now a wiser man I said,
When you think of courage, son,
Think always of the firemen.
Unknown Author
FIRE POETRY