Baptism By Fire Poem by Ima Ryma

My Dad decided to retire
From work he never talked about.
But he came to me with desire
That I could do his job no doubt.
To an empty building we went.
Dad pulled out his tools of the trade.
Then the 'how to' Dad did proceed.
I went through the steps unafraid.
I lit the fire as Dad had taught.
A quick getaway was the aim.
But too close to the fire I got.
Dad helped me to put out the flame.

Baptism by fire did exist
For this first timer arsonist.