Page 44 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky
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He said lord I’m gonna need your help
It’s dark out here tonight
If you could just lend a hand
And provide a guiding light"
He was fumbling round in the dark
And his patience soon ran out
His voice got loud and angry
And turned into a shout
"Dammit lord I’m tired of messing round
They gotta be down here by my feet"
That's when Wilbur turned the corner
And came flaming down the street
The preacher found his glasses
And to his dying day
He swore he saw a miracle
In the most mysterious way
We all know the town caught fire
But much to my relief
I knew they could count on great grandpa's help
He was the fire chief
