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My Bro


My Brother is a fireman, brave and true

If you are in trouble they will come and help you

Taking risks to finish the job right

Working endlessly sometimes through the night



Very proud of him my folks and I are

Dedicated and committed he will go far

Already a driver and leader of men he be

Great things I'm sure he will do you will see



Many chats he and I have had

Some of the subjects makes us both sad

In our time we have both seen terrible sights

Not sure about him, but they keep me up nights



Warned him I did when he told what he wanted to do

The path he has chosen is walked by very few

The job they do is hard on all that don the uniform

To perform the duty to which they have sworn



Fires and crashes are their bread and butter

Washing away blood and plasma into the gutter

The sights are not glamorous or pretty to see

Hope I do that he can cope unlike me



The services that answer calls of help and desperation

Should always get a very special heart felt mention

Because even if you have not needed them yet

One day there will be a time you will I can bet



I feel a sense of pride when I tell people of my brother

And the pride and worry bestowed upon my mother

Both her sons at times have placed themselves in harms way

So others on this earth might get a chance to stay.

Chris Duncan