Sitting eerily silent after these forgotten years

The abandoned firehouse rests without fears

Remaining alive, vivid memories reign again

Quietly remembering all that had once been

Rising above a busy street, the firehouse stands

Firefighters arrive on deck, with powerful hands

Living quarters on the second floor make due

Firefighters’ labors never seem quite through

Recalling a flawless safety record that shines

Teamwork and training work together just fine

Feeling safe, homes and merchants live nearby

They all witness courage as every day races by

Filling the ground floor, two red engines wait

The ensuing alarm will signal their next fate

Waiting side by side . . . shiny, clean, and bright

Pumper and ladder engines, eager to take flight

Providing basic firefighting is the pumper’s place

While the ladder reaches high floors, just in case

Visiting a nearby grade school one October day

The ladder engine shows off in a marvelous way

Encouraging children ask the ladder to go high

Accommodating firefighters look prepared to fly

Returning to the firehouse, a calm and inviting sight

An alarm goes out, both engines prepare for the fight

Sliding down a pole, firefighters destined for action

Their special clothing assembled, ready in a fraction

Rolling out to the street, piercing sirens wail

These seasoned warriors intend never to fail

Weaving through traffic, the engines arrive in time

Quick response calms the fire before it can climb

Remembering the past, the excitement is long done

The old firehouse stands ready for one final, fire run