Fire FighterA Poem by Geralyn MillerWOTD #34A walk into hell, no qualms or trepidation, to save a child's life.
Fire and death surround, roaring and crashing so loud muffling the child's cry.
Grab the small, limp form, struggle through the flame and ash; reach the cool; alive. © 2010 Geralyn Miller |
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3 Reviews Added on October 28, 2010 Last Updated on November 11, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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