Fireboat Firefighter Poem

It begins with only a subtle murmur, yet this faint inclination proceeds unceasingly to a deepset rumble from over the hillside- its enthralling(/captivating?), knowing its coming, that anticipation of awe. It comes now thundering into sight, a great steel workhorse of such immense magnitude- it convinces even the iron rails upon which it rides to sing and arc with stresses. It barges past, its mechanical heart pounding out a relentless beat, reverberating even the air within your throat- as it rushes forth, imbued with authority and momentum, carrying what appears to be endless miles of clanking freight. From as far back as my memory stretches, I have been perpetually and intrinsically fascinated with mechanical power and structure …show more content…
I would ask if they would like a tour, but they always knew the way. (incorporate saudade?) They would wander about the ship, tracing arthritic fingers over familiar, now pitted, surfaces- their sonorous eyes reflecting great tales of trial and tribulation, of tragedy and triumph, of life and death upon these rusted decks. And it is profound,, and it convinced me more so than ever exactly what I’ve always sought to do- to build the future, to design and construct the future’s creations, for as life rolls on, the next generation must take the …show more content…
For hours on end I find myself organizing data streams into comprehensible graphs for naught but the satisfaction of creating order from chaos. I have thrown myself into FIRST Robotics, collaborating towards a greater effort, designing, creating, working with my peers doing what I have always felt was part of me to do. After attending FRC World Championships in St. Louis as an uncommon female Team Captain, I have seen the future that waits ahead, but yet I have seen the past that lingers