As sent to Dick Dawes on the 28th Anniversary on 30 May 2011:
 
Your poem brought me back once more
To memories that quickly came
Of journeys made in days of yore
And all our friends who went with FAIM.
 
Papitalai in PNG
To Sister Margaret's school we flew,
A convent building by the sea,
With lots of work for us to do.
 
We fixed up window frames and doors,
While Chris climbed where we couldn't reach,
The sisters gave us much applause,
We left a school where they could teach.
 
And in the convent every night
We dined on many a pleasant dish,
We wnt to bed with stomachs tight,
From feasting on Balbinas's fish.
 
Then Kar Kar with its sewage tanks,
We tries to drain them all in vain,
we dug more holes above the banks,
And excavations on the plain.
 
And next we travelled to Nepal,
And walked in Kathmandu's dark alleys,
We worked among the mountains tall,
And hiked across the hills and valleys.
 
Then to PNG, to Kimadan,
A hospital among the palms,
To reconstruct it was our paln,
They welcomed us with open arms!
 
We went out fishing, went to church,
Then painted walls for many an hour,
We wouldn't leave them in the lurch,
But finally left them light and power.
 
I haven't been with FAIM again,
And that is really quite a pity,
But age advances on all men,
Whether in country or in city.
 
Now let us join and celebrate!
We shall ignore the winter weather,
We'll toast our friends until it's late,
And FAIM which brought us all together.
 
Our special thanks to richard Dawes,
Who planned our trips, our mastermind,
We sought no praise and no applause,
We've done our best to serve mankind.
 
Ian Collins