Paula's Page

My father was a fireman, he drove a big red truck, And when he'd go to work each night, he'd say, "Mother wish me luck". Then Dad would not come home again, 'til sometime the next day, But the thing that bothered me most, was the things some folks would say. A fireman's life is easy, he eats and sleeps and plays, And sometimes he don't fight a fire for days and days and days. When I first heard these comments, I was too young to understand Cause I knew, when people had trouble Dad was there to l… Continue