September 10, 2018



john taylor poetWe had a bit of back n forward
on face book n mobile line.

Discussing Flying Doctors service
over years n flying time.

They’re gearing up with new jet planes
and faster G. P. S controlled response times,
for accidents that happen,
outback most anytime.

Arrangements can be organised
to land on designated highway strips
with blue lights from the nearest town,
finally standing by and communities and station
strips are OK authorised

But gone the days the flying Doc
homed in on spinifex
smoked up fire, dead reckoning
in on approximate
directions across the Pedal
flying doctors wireless line.

Landing on a clay pan
where the patient, painfully resides.
Administering pain killers,
strapping dislocated, broken bones,
best for their next ride.

Their next ride back to hospital
Their next ride back to town,
maybe flying further, specialist Medico’s
down the line.

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June 29, 2015

Cloud Banks

Cloud Banks

Tops o’ cloud banks flyin’ by
Desert stretches to horizons
rugged ranges rise up front as
jet stream races out full pace.

South over mountain bullhead clouds
clear blue skies and sea grass green,
smoked horizons leading out.

Descending through storm clouds
shot through with stark white light,
suns last hurrah

Split second timing,
straighten up ‘n’ drop her down
a three point landing on the strip.

Storm clouds banked up,
clear white light,
from wing tip arced to fuselage.

Seated in their cabin keep
Profiles traced in stark relief

Ground crew muffled ‘gainst the storm,
baggage trailers arc a course,
wheels cut waves roped Tarmac bay’s,
markers, signs ‘n’ paddle boards.

Evening storm abates ‘n’ brews
fresh turbulence firing soon.

Wet weather gear streams rivulets
sloshing cross wet streaming ground.

Smoked horizons blurred from view.
Taxis queued,
past carousel
and airport lounge.

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Cloud Banks