by Mark Rand | Mar 14, 2011 | Poetry
When you’ve had an accident that risks your life or limb Or that of someone close to you, then do give us a ring If your life’s in peril from an illness or condition Then telephone us: 999, it is no imposition But if you’ve had a sniffle, that has...
by Mark Rand | Mar 14, 2011 | Poetry
The little face with tear-streaked eyes, arms clutching teddy tight. You can’t deceive with little lies; protect her from this sight. You thought you had control of it;, this made you feel so good. if that was so, then why the fit there on your parquet wood? So...
by Mark Rand | Mar 14, 2011 | Poetry
The ambulance drives towards the scene Passing cars weaving in between A van of yellow and green Blue lights and sirens scream Paramedic team And EMTs Coming to Rescue You.
by Mark Rand | Mar 14, 2011 | Poetry
The car looks fine from the back as we pull up to a stop, but we can see the debris and the grim faced traffic cop. “You’re needed here”, he indicates, “There’s three kids in the rear”. He need not mention mum and dad; they are no longer here… Three pairs...
by Mark Rand | Mar 14, 2011 | Poetry
“Red call please”, Its two in the morning, Call comes through without a warning. “Woman, 30, short of breath”, We hit the road to stop her death. She’s somewhere in the heart of town, Blue strobes flash, we hurtle down. Taxis flash and steer away To not impede...
