Amy, Airyhall

Transcription

Broken Arm

The hard ground struck my arm,
A heavy storm of pain,
So my mum called the ambulance,
And it started to rain.

The rain was pelting down.
Upon my nervous face,
Inside the ambulance.
Was such a scary place.

We finally got to the hospital,
For me to have my X-ray,
A heavy mist covered my face,
At least we don't have to pay.

They took me to the cast room,
Lightning all over my arm,
Now I had to go to lots of check-ups,
That took me by shock and alarm.

I had to go back once a week,
And the snow got very deep,
The cast was getting itchy,
I have to keep it on when I sleep.

The sun shone through the window,
My arm dropped by my side,
I survived through the treatment,
And I was raging with pride.

An analogy poem comparing weather with the NHS.