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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Lt. James Pfeiffer, The Gift That Keeps On Giving
You chose red, I chose blue.
Our jobs were similar, we’d help others out,
A rescue was needed, save a child in despair.
You stepped right up, there would be no choice,
Deep in the hole cried, a child’s voice.
Courage and strength, often equate to size,
On this day, they were surely disguised.
Your bean pole build, was what was needed,
They called your name, a call you heeded.
I wrote this poem, another story to share,
Of fireman Jim, for the people that care.
For those that know Jim, and for those that do not,
He’s the fireman, the Hero, that saved a doomed tot.
Not a day goes by Jim, that your friends don’t think,
Of the legacy you left, they toast to you, with a drink.
They’ve gathered at Fairview, they’ve sat at your grave,
They talk of good times, and all that you gave.
So during this season, a season of giving,
There are many that miss you, they are among the living.
Your mother, your father, your sister, your wife,
They all know you gave, the gifts of life.
There is one so young, she does not know,
Why Daddys gone, where did he go?
He’s an angel in heaven, an angel on earth,
He gave life to others, with his organs, a rebirth.
The next time an engine, heads to a call,
A fire, an accident, a tot took a fall,
Look for Jim, don’t breakdown, don’t cry,
He’s on that rig, I will tell you why.
He’s the siren, the Scott-Pack, the Jaws of Life,
He’s on his way, to save another life.