Wow up to D. Sometimes I think I like the constraints I put on them to tell how I or they feel in a situation. I am still having fun putting these out and I am going to do my best to go as far in the Alphabet challenge. I may make it all the way through it poem wise, but I may not and write a few as stories. The muse will tell me. So many stories yet to be told.
I don't own the rights to Emergency and its characters. That belongs to Mark VII Limited and Universal Home Studios Entertainment. I just claim them on loan now and then to put them in my twisted world and see how they survive my insanity.
D is for Determined
The tones ring us out, on another run.
It seems like moments, since the last one.
The six of us rush out, to our vehicles we go.
What exactly we find there, we just don't know.
The sirens announce our departure, our way to help.
Engine and squad race, the sirens in full yelp.
Our blood races, our hearts still pound.
To go to the scene, with fire all around.
We arrive at the fire, people stand and stare.
Cap barks orders, we move as fast as we dare.
The hoses are connected, water ready to flow.
We all put on our gear, the fire we hope to slow.
The sounds of more engines, more men to fight.
The fire roars to the sky, upwards out of sight.
Two linemen grab a hose, and rush in.
Rescue men prepare, a search to begin.
Engineers man the gauges, keeps the water in the line.
The Captain directs the men, they wait for his sign.
Into the inferno, all of them will go to battle.
The flames dance high, our nerves to rattle.
We take up our positions, ready we stand.
Hoses and equipment waiting in our hand.
We stare up at the fire, caught in her blazing dance.
And know the battle we'll have, we take up our stance.
Hearing our assignments, we head to the flame.
Hoses loaded and charged, all of us on our game.
Water hits the heat, a loud sizzle in the air.
Further in we go, each line with a pair.
The heat slams into us, like an invisible wall.
We stagger at first, determined not to fall.
The hose sprays and soaks, a battle line we draw.
The flames beckon us, to enter into its mighty maw.
The radio comes to life, there is a rescue to commence
We are to clear the way for them, we are their defense.
They rush past us, to find those who need their skills.
We continue to beat the flames, with water and our wills.
A shout goes from a rescue man, somewhere up ahead.
We tense up ready to assist, hoping alive not dead.
Another team of fighters, tap us on the arm.
We are to go and help, to retrieve them all from harm.
We reach the place and gather them in our embrace
Taking victim or rescuer, against all harm it's a race.
Quickly we make it outside, where others wait to treat.
Into their hands we put the injured, to race back into the heat.
Finally it is over, the raging flames are out.
We take a deep breath and sigh, from the mighty bout.
With a silent prayer of thanks, we start to clear the street.
Home again to rest and wait, till our song again repeats.
Hello all. Hope you enjoy. I know that most of these will be about our favorite paramedics, but I will try to encompass the whole family in these tales of prose and rhyme. Sorry it's been a while. Other stories have been gently nudging or furiously beating at my skull so I've been trying to appease them as well. Thank you all for you support and reviews.