Colin F. Jones

THE CHAIRMAN

Wheels where his legs were
A long time sitting down
A mobile throne to help him
Wear his golden crown
In his eyes the seagulls
Sweep across the swells
In his heart he reaches out
To where the eagle dwells
He runs with wild rivers
And leaps with Kangaroo
He says, and then delivers
Because his heart is true.
Wheels or legs! Whatever!
He stands as tall as you
Makes his way with dignity
Among the braver few.

Author's Note: For Hank, my mate!