Mayday

Visiting your smart, light domain

with the tidy desks

Admiring your typed, filed reports

in their cabinets

This is a country of its own

Your enterprise spreads

Far beyond Wiltshire market towns

Into boundless mouths

All busy, like rivers, rushing

to the sea, under your guidance

The mouths are people, all with lives

You give them hearts

- heads

Goodness runs free in your bloodstream

It pours out and out

Seeing your skills, with knife-wit, grow

In West Sussex days

Watching your ordered mind, it works

to serve, love and solve

You are the Red Cross of our world

Our clan copes with crises, and hopes

Thanks to you baba

Wearing a comfy-looking fleece, you say ‘try this way’