The March

WEEKEND IN BLACK AND WHITE

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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.

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ROYAL CARPET

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!

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