Police, Fire & EMT

It’s another New York City morning early in the day,
Peace is solemnly interrupted as panic breaks away,
Not once but twice, two planes level the Twin Towers,
Years planning & building destroyed in less than an hour.

It takes heart to swim in the Big Apple’s deep waters,
Fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, sons and daughters,
Most ran away before, definitely after the explosion & fire,
Not the Dedicated Public Servants, faithfully climbing higher.

However many years earlier the Police, Fire, EMT exam,
A pledge to serve on the job doing the very best they can,
Looking forward to retirement after their years on the job
No one thought about 9/11, retirement days being robbed.

I overheard a hero’s nothing but a sandwich on day old bread,
Tell that to the survivors better known now as the walking dead,
A sworn oath under all circumstances to give nothing but the best,
Rising to the occasion New York’s Finest proudly passed the test

There are many things that one can be dedicated to in this world,
Like Jeff saying yes to be godfather of Deanna, a precious little girl,
He knew deep in his heart without a doubt this was the right thing,
The joy received from the smile on her face is impossible to explain.

What do you do when a job is picked that’s sacrificial & demanding?
Proverbs 3: 5, “trust in the Lord, lean not unto your understanding, ”
Not until the end of your watch do you relax and enjoy a safe landing,
Although on the job 24/7 will sometimes put a dent in off duty planning.

However, to be guardian over someone or something you never knew,
Without knowing in advance whether or not their heart is really true,
It’s a scary job not able to make a judgment of what you initially see,
Especially Heroes on the front line of defense like Police, Fire & EMT.

This poem was written/submitted by Luke Easter.