Saturday, July 7, 2012

The March



See the Ants go marching, marching
Over the Bridge on high.
See them etched in little clusters,
Dark against the sky.
Not a sound comes from their marching,
They're too far away,
And yet the Watchers are peering upward
Into that sky of grey.
'How small they look!' the Watchers marvel;
'They look like Ants up there!'
Human beings.....inconsequential,
Those that march and those that stare.


Interval time at the Opera House
And I went for a little stroll,
( I think looking for the toilet
Was my immediate goal!)
And I found myself on purple,
Rather like Royalty,
I felt it was too sumptuous
For little old plebian me.
And it crossed my mind
That I'm fortunate,
To live in a modern age,
In which luxury is everyday,
When my ancestors walked on beige.
By that I mean that they were 'working class'
Through most of history,
Doffing their caps to 'the masters'
With due humility.
Signing their names with 'crosses'
And always 'knowing their place',
For I fear there's not one speck of grandeur
That I am able to trace!
Yet I can 'walk on purple'
And live (almost!) like a King!
No wonder this day at the Opera House,
Made my middle-class heart start to sing!


betty-NZ said...

Nicely done in black and white. Great verse, too.

Carver said...

Great detail of the bridge in black and white.

HansHB said...

Nice b%w post!

Gemma Wiseman said...

Love the "piece" of the Harbour Bridge! And especially enjoyed the ant perspective! Beautifully crafted! Plus, the occasional purple carpet ride can be a thrill!

Dragonstar said...

Wow, they certainly look tiny up there!