I thought today I might post the poem that I wrote for my husband when he retired. His retirement took place seven years ago in 1999. He was the Industrial Fire Marshall at a steel mill. It was a job that he enjoyed very much and he gave it his all like everything else he touched in his lifetime . This little poem is about his career while working there.

It�s didn�t seem so long ago

When off to Crucible you would go

A young lad of just twenty one

Your career with Crucible had just begun

You�d start at the Wire Mill on your first day

Where you got pretty dirty, I might say

Then to Bar Finish where the crane you would run

For you that always seemed like lots of fun

But you were not settled, so off to the Guards

But even that was not in the cards

Another position was waiting for you

To fight the fires and fill extinguishers too

The sprinkler systems, the smoke alarms

To make sure to cause no harm

The frozen pipes, the leaky lines

OSHA, Jerome, and inspections on time

The nasty uniforms with brown soot

Some days covered from head to foot

The training classes, being on call

The calls in the night from one and all

So now this all belongs to Bob

To enjoy it all and do a good job

Last of all, �Bob, the best of luck

But whatever you do, take care of the truck�