Wednesday, June 20, 2007

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.

4 Comments:

Blogger Colin Will said...

Ooooh! That's so good. And definitely worth trying to get published.

10:11 pm  
Blogger apprentice said...

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.

12:48 am  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

I like this poem's strength and voice.

12:39 pm  
Blogger apprentice said...

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!

3:25 pm  

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