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Wildland FireFighter
c.n.(wire) byrd july 2013

The beautiful Black Range is burning.
Another big fire in the Gila is loose.
They’ve come from Arizona, Idaho, Utah, Montana
And farther to help out the state and fed crews.

We just left a mean one in Pecos
Digging in dirt above 10 thousand feet.
A days ride in the carrier, one fire to another.
Protecting the forest to make the ends meet.

I’m a wildland firefighter
Breathing smoke and dirt and ash
To keep the trees from burning
While I make a little cash.
I miss my home and family.
Working where a cell phone won’t.
Sleeping where the fire lets me.
Eating where the clean folk don’t.

A red sun comes up on the lookout.
The thick smoke is painting a blue sky dull grey.
A mushroom shaped plume cloud haunts the skyline like a dark shroud
And torching pines light up a ridgetop away.

The news of a tragedy stills us.

A whole crew of brothers from Prescott is gone.
We talk, shed some tears and go uphills to call our familes,
And with heavy hearts we hit that fire line and carry on.

I’m a wildland firefighter
Breathing smoke and dirt and ash
To keep the trees from burning
While I make a little cash.
I miss my home and family.
Working where a cell phone won’t.
Sleeping where the fire lets me.
Eating where the clean folk don’t.

We fight to protect things of value.
People and property, forest resources.
We work to provide for our families,
Armed with tools, safety gear, wits and training courses.

We fight just to keep it together.
We struggle internally and with each other
As stress and exhaustion deplete us.
We reach to pull fortitude from one another.

I’m a wildland firefighter
Breathing smoke and dirt and ash
To keep the trees from burning
While I make a little cash.
I miss my home and family.
Working where a cell phone won’t.
Sleeping where the fire lets me.
Eating where the clean folk don’t.

I’m a wildland firefighter
And that’s what I’ll always be.
Whatever’s in the future
This is a part of me.

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