Faye Arcand, Faye E. Arcand, My Twisted Writer Brain…, poem

Ode to The Fire Fighters

blades

not of grass

slice palpable

through dense heavy air

thwap-thwap-thwap

scoopers

not for soup

endless hollows of lake

lifted to the zone above

500 gallons dropped again and again

fire

out of place

bursts onto scene

when and where it wants

like hide and seek peek a boo

property

of the earth

back to ashes but

hearts still pulse souls still resound

thank you fire fighters-boots on the ground-forestry

bodies

every size shape and being

evacuated

on alert in fight or flight

safety first we understand though difficult

calm

not of storms

but of the wrapping of self in arms

of a loved one knowing

all is well we’re in good hands

by Faye Arcand.

17 thoughts on “Ode to The Fire Fighters”

      1. Oh man. I’ve never been so happy to be home in my life. There’s no damage or charred bushes. One home was lost a few streets over. The firefighters are amazing.

      2. That’s great. I’m glad you’re safe and your home is unscathed. Fingers crossed you won’t be in the line of any more fires.

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