Touch and Go
Touch and Go
I was born on grandad’s kitchen table
Liverish, sickly, skin like orange peel,
Touch and go. Saved by blood from a stranger
Freely given voluntary and vagal.
1st Bangor Scouts master on Great Gable:
“Take it from here Billy- go as you feel”,
A small outstep becomes a life changer-
Did he know how his words would enable?
Like cairns built from single stones set in place
Combined, aligned, as minders in the mist
Left by fellow travellers- acts of grace,
Passing courtesies, happy to assist.
Kind acts, wise words to guide us as we grow
The donors, the scouters- who touch and go.