A veteran and poet pulls up a sandbag and shares a life of adventure, mishap and dogged determination.
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
The Bush Pilot
I had dinner with some friends last night. One of them is a pilot working for Mission Aviation Fellowship. (His blog can be found here; Biggles Abroad I so admire the work he does I thought I would pen a little something to honour it.
The Bush Pilot
They wait.
Keen eyes search the horizon
hoping for a glint of reflected sunlight.
Sharp ears filter the sounds of the bush
listening for the distant drone -
that heralds his coming.
This lifeline,
remains open where others have failed.
Some barred by conflict
others closed by weather, disasters or
just – too far from wealth,
and so he comes.
Transforming lives.
Bringing help, hope and love.
Flying people to safety.
Delivering food, medicine, equipment,
insight and encouragement
to those that need it.
Excitement soars,
a silvery light in the heavens,
approaches like an angel.
Dust, hopes and cheers rise
as the wheels touch the red earth
and the bush pilot steps down.
John Carré Buchanan
24 May 2011
Dedicated to the Pilots and Support Staff of MAF.
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Love it!
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ReplyDeleteMay this poem bless others as it has me...
ReplyDeleteEllen, Thank you for your kind comment. I am currently working on another poem in support of MAF. Watch this spot for more.
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