Poetry from the Past
I wrote this a few years ago after I had the pleasure of having dinner at a fire house with Deb and friends. Deb had done some great work with offering the Police and Firemen of NYC vacations in Myrtle Beach with their families after the 9-11 tragedy. At that dinner, they were hosting us as if we were kings.
My original thought was to honor every firehouse that lost someone in the same way...Hmm. Maybe a future 9-11 benefit in the making.
Engine 67
To the gallant defenders of E67
Though your souls be marked for heaven
May you live a long life full of devil's delight
and bring honor to fallen brethren.
Okay, now I can throw that ratty old napkin away. I may not have a future as a poet, but I can certainly rhyme like a sailor. I don't necessarily think it's very good. But it could be the start of something good.