Richard strained his eyes
and watched his deliverer
merge into misty shadows.
Never would he know
whose strong arms had dragged him
from twisted metal and flames
that used to be his Ford.
At first screaming sirens
and glaring lights
the stranger had risen, smiled
and hastened up the hill.
Haloed in photo flashes
Richard shoved the mike aside.
The lady in a blazer asked again, who?
but Richard only shrugged.
Had he known he wouldn’t have said.
July, 2006
May I reiterate Denis' comment. You use words sparcely but tell the reader so much. A heart-warming piece. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A wonderful humanist feel to this both in the narrative and form. This says so much in as fewer words as possible, with lines that demand a lengthier linger.
A nice tribute to those Good Samaritans who give so much and want no recognition of their good deeds. I like the way you have split this up into three parts to give emphasis and impact. And the last two lines add an extra touch. Love, Fran xx (ps - 2nd line - should that be 'deliverer? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This mind-engaging poem 'Hero without a Badge' exactly bespeaks the attitude that were needed so much so as to truly make an even more human society out of the world we all live in.