Pilotage
15th Sep 2004, 12:18
For those who didn't have the privilege of knowing him, Tony Wells was the CFI of a microlight school in Lancashire, a strong but enjoyable personality, he made a lot of friends and few enemies. At various times he'd also been a fireman, ambulance driver, diving instructor - and was also a grandfather.
Tony died a few months ago of Cancer at the age of 65.
I'm not sure who, but somebody has just sent me a copy of his obituary - which covered all of page 3 of the Lancashire evening telegraph, and a small booklet of poems written by Tony. I had absolutely no idea that he was a Poet, but somehow it didn't surprise me.
I'm sure I won't get in trouble for this, so I'm going to gratuitously reproduce a couple of his poems.
P
My friends
There are two gentlemen of the sky
In any weather they will fly
One is grey and the other bald
Collectively they are quite old
They will fly and show no fear
This bothers me of friends so dear
The instructor
Oh-five thirty is the time
When out of bed I do climb
To look upon the morning sky
Is this the day that I will fly?
Oh it looks so good to me
As I drink my first cup of tea
It will be a glorious day
Not for in bed to stay
Boil the kettle, flask to fill
Egg three minutes just the thing
Ready to dip my soldiers in
Ring Airmet then the weather forecast I will get
Twenty five knots at a thousand feet!
Hail and thunder and possible sleet!
Off back upstairs I creep
To find her there still fast asleep
Now I think that I was wise
For it will give time for other things
Beside the wind to rise!
The Self Made Man
I am forty five years old and a self made man
I have a wife, two kids and a car as well
Now there is something I promised myself before I die
That is to be an aviator, you know, to fly
Now I am a self made man
And I am pretty smart
So an answered an ad in the Exchange and Mart
I went along and made my bid
Got this lovely thing for two hundred and fifty quid
Now I am a self made man and pretty bright
I am now the owner of a microlight
It's got a wing and a trike as well
And the bloke I bought it off was loathe to sell (I'll bet)
Lessons, not me, I am a self made man
I'm off to the beach you see I can
At beach waiting for the wind to drop
Photos first, then off I got
Now the wife said it flew
But not a lot
It ran on the ground and shot in the air
Oh it gave her a hell of a scare
Now I am a self made man
I know this is a bit of a hitch
I will be okay
But the plaster does itch.
Inside the back cover of the booklet is also a quote from Tony from 2003, when I know he was very ill.
I taught them how to fly, and I'll teach them how to die
Tony died a few months ago of Cancer at the age of 65.
I'm not sure who, but somebody has just sent me a copy of his obituary - which covered all of page 3 of the Lancashire evening telegraph, and a small booklet of poems written by Tony. I had absolutely no idea that he was a Poet, but somehow it didn't surprise me.
I'm sure I won't get in trouble for this, so I'm going to gratuitously reproduce a couple of his poems.
P
My friends
There are two gentlemen of the sky
In any weather they will fly
One is grey and the other bald
Collectively they are quite old
They will fly and show no fear
This bothers me of friends so dear
The instructor
Oh-five thirty is the time
When out of bed I do climb
To look upon the morning sky
Is this the day that I will fly?
Oh it looks so good to me
As I drink my first cup of tea
It will be a glorious day
Not for in bed to stay
Boil the kettle, flask to fill
Egg three minutes just the thing
Ready to dip my soldiers in
Ring Airmet then the weather forecast I will get
Twenty five knots at a thousand feet!
Hail and thunder and possible sleet!
Off back upstairs I creep
To find her there still fast asleep
Now I think that I was wise
For it will give time for other things
Beside the wind to rise!
The Self Made Man
I am forty five years old and a self made man
I have a wife, two kids and a car as well
Now there is something I promised myself before I die
That is to be an aviator, you know, to fly
Now I am a self made man
And I am pretty smart
So an answered an ad in the Exchange and Mart
I went along and made my bid
Got this lovely thing for two hundred and fifty quid
Now I am a self made man and pretty bright
I am now the owner of a microlight
It's got a wing and a trike as well
And the bloke I bought it off was loathe to sell (I'll bet)
Lessons, not me, I am a self made man
I'm off to the beach you see I can
At beach waiting for the wind to drop
Photos first, then off I got
Now the wife said it flew
But not a lot
It ran on the ground and shot in the air
Oh it gave her a hell of a scare
Now I am a self made man
I know this is a bit of a hitch
I will be okay
But the plaster does itch.
Inside the back cover of the booklet is also a quote from Tony from 2003, when I know he was very ill.
I taught them how to fly, and I'll teach them how to die