This was one honour I approved of
Sally Ann Foot Soldier Gets Gong
She tends feet, treats
trench foot sustained
on unforgiving streets.
Winter’s worst, even
with a hostel bed
no-one dares remove
their boots, as by morning
they'd have walked.
Summer's better, barefoot sands,
a cooling paddle in the sea.
They’re always grateful
for her touch. Care for
soles and the owners
stay put awhile,stop
running for a bit.
She says Jesus
would do it, if he
were here on these
down-at-heel streets,
in this place last resort.
She tends feet, treats
trench foot sustained
on unforgiving streets.
Winter’s worst, even
with a hostel bed
no-one dares remove
their boots, as by morning
they'd have walked.
Summer's better, barefoot sands,
a cooling paddle in the sea.
They’re always grateful
for her touch. Care for
soles and the owners
stay put awhile,stop
running for a bit.
She says Jesus
would do it, if he
were here on these
down-at-heel streets,
in this place last resort.
posted by apprentice at
10:26 am
4 Comments:
Ooooh! That's so good. And definitely worth trying to get published.
Thanks Colin, I wasn't too sure about it, but I heard her interviewed on the radio, and the poem is basically what she said. She was especially shocked by the trench foot. She uses the foot clinic to gradually win their confidence and hopefully plug them into more support.
I like this poem's strength and voice.
thanks CB, I've polished oit up a bit. I don't mean it to say anything much, i was just touched by her simple faith really.
I used to work in this field, and some homeless people actually resent support which is attached to any particular doctrine, but as they say beggars can't be choosers!
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