In praise of the air ambulance
Reading Jessie Russell's letter about no landing patch for the air ambulance, and the hard work people put in to keep it flying, prompted me to send you this poem.
It was used in Western Australia by the Flying Doctor. I brought it back with me over 20 years ago. It was in a cook-book which was made up of anyone's favourite recipes and then sold to raise funds - I still use it today. The poem makes one think.
Angels of the Sky
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Like an Angel of Mercy,
He soars through the sky.
Their mission is healing,
And they never ask why.
No matter the patient,
Be coloured or white.
They go in the daytime,
They soar through the night.
They land by a car light,
To save young life.
They take off at midnight,
To help a man's wife.
They are not men,
Who study the cost.
For whilst they are thinking,
A life may be lost.
To keep this plane flying,
The town folk roll up.
They never stop trying,
To keep the plane up.
They know not the day,
When their turn comes round.
So they forego their leisure,
To help raise a pound.
So the next time they ask you,
Pay up with a smile.
No matter how little,
The cause is worthwhile.
Leave not the trying,
To only a few.
As man may be dying,
THE MAN MAY BE YOU!
HEATHER TOMS
East Looe