Not at all.
Not even a little bit.
Nine Firefighters die in Charleston, S. C.
Rest in peace. Your brothers and sisters salute your bravery and your dedication and we mourn your passing.
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When every risk's a paper risk/ when every toe and tac and tic is underlined and scored/ I'll bet you're bored.
About Me
- Lo
- Very cranky displaced liberal lady from Indiana currently living inside The Beltway. Initial 8 years spent in awe and wonderment rapidly changing to total disillusionment - planning to spend the next 8 spitting, sputtering and screeching. Occasional poet, chronic bitch. The horror, the horror.
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- Collection - Hypertext
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- The Artist
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3 comments:
absolutely true.
And yet poems will probably be a part of how the firefighters are remembered by family and friends.
Unfortunately, James, there are virtually NO poems for firefighters in specific that are any good.
I'm a snob for saying that, I know, but it's true. Most of what's out there is Hallmark reality and childish prayer.
Not to say they don't have their place in the world or that they don't bring comfort to many, but I'd really like to see just one good classic poem for firefighters and/or cops which isn't maudlin, trite or over-blown hyper-rhyme.
I tried writing one once - it came out as all three.
Lo
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