Jeff Dow and Perry Durrant, two ramp agents proud and bold, In Sudbury, a small town, where the nickel mines did hold. Their days were spent in quiet, with planes to load and fuel, Their skills and strength a testament, to their work that was so true.
But change came knocking at their door, the station set to close, Their future uncertain, their hearts filled with unknown woes. Toronto’s big city lights, a stark contrast to what they knew, A new adventure waiting, but a daunting challenge too.
Yet Jeff and Perry were resilient, determined to succeed, Their small town roots still strong, their courage all they need. In the big city’s rush, they found their footing once again, Their skills and dedication, a valuable asset to the men.
The tarmac hummed with activity, the planes a steady stream, But Jeff and Perry stood tall, their work ethic all they need. Their hands were steady on the planes, their eyes upon the skies, The spirit of the ramp agent, unyielding in their eyes.
And so they thrived in Toronto, their place among the stars, Their small town roots, a symbol, of the strength that is ours. For though the big city lights may shine, it’s the people that make it bright, And Jeff and Perry proved this true, with every day and every flight.
