Young Hero
He was driving down the road
Just a young boy in his teens
When he happened upon a car crash
And could hear the painfull screams
He threw the car up in drive
And jumped out, still in a daze
There was victims trapped inside
Of what seamed to be a maze
The lady handed him out a child
No more than six months old
There was not a scratch upon the child
But still his blood ran cold
Next came the lady out
Barely crawling on the ground
He helped her to his car
Her cries barely made a sound
As he went back to the car
He found a man behind the wheel
Trapped there in the seat
Among the rubber and steel
Then he happened to think
His cell phone was in his car
So he raced back and called for help
Before time ran out too far
Before help could arrive there
He went back to the crashed car
And found another little girl
In the back seat under a steel bar
It was then he saw a flash
Of something white moving around
Like a ghostly figuire, but with wings
Then just vanished, without a sound
He got the girl out of the back
And she was just fine too
Just a bit shakin up, of course
But then again, so would me or you
Then he checked on the man
Who was pinched beneath the wheel
His leg and arm seamed broken
But in good health in the pile of steel
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poem by Norman Hale
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