A desperate call goes out, a fire-spotter has located a fire,
the winds are picking up, and the situation looks dire.
Equipment transported, firefighters board the plane,
families they leave behind, earnestly praying for rain.
Firefighters work desparatly, for there isn't much time,
as the hellish fire dances, and jumps another line.
Their adreneline pumping, with this back breaking job,
with bravery they strive, knowing the lives it can rob.
Over head planes dump water, on the ground fireplows push on,
waging a war with the fire, before the whole forest is gone.
Blazes look like tornados, jumping tree after tree,
its hotter than Hades, smoke so thick you can't see.
With their lungs full of smoke, and too tired to sleep,
they look at the ravaged land, some secretly weep.
Weary and soote laden, they hope all is not lost,
honor and pride drives them, no matter the cost.
It just takes a spark, for thousands of acres to burn,
so whether natural, or set, its all our concern.
It takes many years, for a forest to make,
so be careful, ever watchful, for everyones sake.
by...Debbie
Aug.26,2001 written in honor of the U.S. Forest Service
all firefighters everywhere, and our own Jim Rogers, who is with the U.S.Forest Service and the Father of my children.He has fought many National Forest fires throughout many of our great States.
