He spends his life with modest esteem
He would be the first to tell you
He's no Hero, with a stern means.
Heroes, he tells me
Are those that have gone before,
Given their best...
Their all, one final call.

He has fought down the Dragon,
Over twenty-six years,
Fought hard and won,
Through the snow, rain, cold,
And unbearable heat that befalls.

His beautiful daughters have had
To watch "Dad" go
No matter the season or occasion...
He has a "call".
How many games or special moments
Has he missed...because he was on the
Scene of yet another accident.

The thoughts that go through his mind
On a cold winter night, as his tones
Go off, and he heads off into the night.
Will this be another tragedy
To bear on his soul?

In my eyes he is a Hero,
And though he strongly denies,
His very presence to those he helps
Speaks otherwise.

To the families whose homes he has saved,
To the victims traped in vehicles...
All crumpled and bent...
He and his men swiftly extricate.
He is a Hero in their eyes.

And yet he will still deny...
For him the real Heroes
Have gone beyond,
Answered their last call,
Blown the last airhorn.

The more I know this man,
The more I see,
He is a "Hero"
For when he is called upon,
He risks his life with every call.
Is willing to sacrifice...
For the sake of us all.

written
~by~

~Lilly~