Post by Administrator on Aug 12, 2021 19:06:02 GMT
SALVATION
The sun beat down with endless heat,
Survivors, two with blistered feet.
Befuddled minds too weak to speak,
Prayed for rain to save the meek.
One an oiler, one a mate,
A battered boat, an unknown fate.
Two gallant men who paid the freight,
Drifting close to heaven's gate.
Salvation roared out of the sky,
A rescue plane, a PBY.
In the nick of time they did arrive,
Picked up those two about to die.
Ian Adrian Millar
The sun beat down with endless heat,
Survivors, two with blistered feet.
Befuddled minds too weak to speak,
Prayed for rain to save the meek.
One an oiler, one a mate,
A battered boat, an unknown fate.
Two gallant men who paid the freight,
Drifting close to heaven's gate.
Salvation roared out of the sky,
A rescue plane, a PBY.
In the nick of time they did arrive,
Picked up those two about to die.
Ian Adrian Millar