You two stood waving
You two stood
Waving
And I lurched from the slow train
Stop stop stopping
Head full of buzz in a seethe of mad drones
My chest in a vice
For I had been long hours locked
Blasted in an information-overload
( My Saturday newspaper of choice )
I was battleground and fierce the fires burned
Can you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
Where the hell to put the outrage
Should we build the barricades?
You two stood
Laughing
Seized my luggage, took my hands
And I counted all my blessings
As your loving held my heart
You two stood
Waving
And I lurched from the slow train
Stop stop stopping
Head full of buzz in a seethe of mad drones
My chest in a vice
For I had been long hours locked
Blasted in an information-overload
( My Saturday newspaper of choice )
I was battleground and fierce the fires burned
Can you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
Where the hell to put the outrage
Should we build the barricades?
You two stood
Laughing
Seized my luggage, took my hands
And I counted all my blessings
As your loving held my heart
24th January, Brighton, for Pam and Jude, two who stood waving, with my love
It was a pleasure to help 'the old lady' off the train and through the non existent football hooligans. Great poem, hits the mark and of course you are indeed very much loved. Great to spend time with you all. I looked up Doug's daughter's web site. Amazing art work!!
ReplyDeleteTotally agree with Pam, and I too checked out the same web site! A Grand Day Out!
ReplyDeleteFabulous poem - you are indeed loved over 'ere too!
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