FIRE!
Storm clouds billow black
Grey air fills with fine feathers
Unhappy lungs hope for clear weather.
FIGHTER PILOT
Helicopter pilot
fighting from the air
lowers his basket
for healing water
returns again and again
through black smoke
drops precious liquid
on precise target
patient and careful
skilled and determined
hunger and fatigue
won’t slow him
only darkness will stop him.
poems copyright © 2010 Monica Glickman
Sweet Planet Poems 
Such a heavy task, to fight fire…not a job but a vocation…
all captured by your words Monica…Loved it….xPenx