"firetrucks" poems - Hello Poetry

As firetrucks pass And crowds gather round The smoke billows through From the sky to the ground The town just watches And silently gapes At the mansion that’s burning Right past the big gate It’s four houses wide And three stories tall With a narrow tin roof It would be easy to fall The paint was chipping, There was rust everywhere But that was all covered By the smoke in the air “Is the monster gone?” A boy asks his mother She caresses his ear And whispers in the other “I’m not sure, baby.” “But I hope that it’s true…” She doesn’t finish the sentence ‘…or he’ll come and take you’. You see, in this town They suffered quite a plight Of a demon that takes children, Steals them into the night Also in this town, On the hill past the gate Lives a solemn old man Er well, lived I should say If you guessed he resided In that rickety castle Well your guess would be right, Now was that such a hassle? He moved in last summer And that’s when it started Parents waking to find, Their children departed Without much thought, The town formed a mob To track down their kids, Revenge the lives that were robbed The signs slowly pointed To the top of the hill, To the castle past the gate And the mob grew shrill “It’s that man!” “It’s that creep!” “Let’s take him down!” “We’ll band together and drive him out of our town!” But as you know, Mobs can be hectic Then there was fire, That part wasn’t directed No one pointed fingers, No one placed blame For, you see, their goal Was ultimately the same Dispose of the monster, The man in the house, And now they all watched As the fire was doused The body was covered, All white with a sheet He was gone, they did it! Good job, what a treat! That night, the children, All safe in their beds, Slept soundly and safely Happy thoughts in their heads Their parents were jubilant, All worry-free Their babies were safe, So they sighed “Yipee!” But then midnight came, To that boy with the mother, When she awoke. She cried and she shuddered Her son, he was gone Not a trace of him left But an etching that said, “I’ll be back for the rest”

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 4:18 AM UTC

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the house on the hill

As firetrucks pass And crowds gather round The smoke billows through From the sky to the ground The town just watches And silently gapes At the mansion that’s burning Right past the big gate It’s four houses wide And three stories tall With a narrow tin roof It would be easy to fall The paint was chipping, There was rust everywhere But that was all covered By the smoke in the air “Is the monster gone?” A boy asks his mother She caresses his ear And whispers in the other “I’m not sure, baby.” “But I hope that it’s true…” She doesn’t finish the sentence ‘…or he’ll come and take you’. You see, in this town They suffered quite a plight Of a demon that takes children, Steals them into the night Also in this town, On the hill past the gate Lives a solemn old man Er well, lived I should say If you guessed he resided In that rickety castle Well your guess would be right, Now was that such a hassle? He moved in last summer And that’s when it started Parents waking to find, Their children departed Without much thought, The town formed a mob To track down their kids, Revenge the lives that were robbed The signs slowly pointed To the top of the hill, To the castle past the gate And the mob grew shrill “It’s that man!” “It’s that creep!” “Let’s take him down!” “We’ll band together and drive him out of our town!” But as you know, Mobs can be hectic Then there was fire, That part wasn’t directed No one pointed fingers, No one placed blame For, you see, their goal Was ultimately the same Dispose of the monster, The man in the house, And now they all watched As the fire was doused The body was covered, All white with a sheet He was gone, they did it! Good job, what a treat! That night, the children, All safe in their beds, Slept soundly and safely Happy thoughts in their heads Their parents were jubilant, All worry-free Their babies were safe, So they sighed “Yipee!” But then midnight came, To that boy with the mother, When she awoke. She cried and she shuddered Her son, he was gone Not a trace of him left But an etching that said, “I’ll be back for the rest”