IV
Why is a modern airport
Like London's Heathrow
Reduced to abject helplessness
By a couple of inches of snow?
We send probes to Jupiter and Saturn
To study their moons and rings
But a slight snowfall at Heathrow
Absolute and utter chaos brings,
I sympathise with would-be passengers
Trapped in the terminal cage
Emotions very soon go past
The resigned and tolerant stage.
* * * * *
But ... the air was pure and clear -
Not a contrail in sight,
All was calm and peaceful
The birds sang with delight.
The local people could enjoy
A good night's sleep - uninterrupted
They haven't had such a quiet night
Since Iceland's volcano erupted.
* * * * *
We knew that Saint Andrew
Had answered the passengers' cry
When his flag - crossed white contrails -
Appeared in a clear blue sky.
January 2011
