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Our Hero

A little piece I wrote for Flips Funeral
 There is an interlude to the beginning
 But the present has now passed
 As I record this passage
 Of a hero to the last
 So I beat a hasty path
 On my outward journey

 Two hours I estimated
 One and a half hour was the plan
 An hour by calculations
 Baring cancellations and disruptions
 So I set off on the journey
 Using my wits and guile
 To reach there on time

 Rushed from my home 
resplendently dressed
 With a sacrament at hand
 And a focus in mind
 Soon I arrived at the station
 To test my master plan

 Soon reality was to strike me 
When an announcement was made
 There are delays on the overhead
 And also on the underground.

 Plan A now a reject
 Plan B takes the stand
 Never try a one way focus
 With any task at hand

 After the interruptions 
Stops and starts
 Arrived at the next station
 With a racing heart.
 Zig, Zags the platform
 With obstacles in path
 But there waiting on the platform
 A train, ready to depart

 Then on to Brixton
 The portly man arrives
 With camera on shoulder 
And a bounder to his stride
 "And do you know the way to Bikley?" 
The portly man exclaimed
 " Are you going to the funeral?" I asked
 "Yes I am, but were you asked?"
 Me neither, You either
 As I shook my head,
 exchanging bemusing glances

 Then in our carriage, joined a mourning throng
 Bonding together our conversation of mission planned
 For we had come to pay homage to our hero
 Radical to the core
 Who taught our African history 
And did so much more.

 We soon alighted our carriage
 Then climbed up the stairs
 Youngster bounding along
 As our aged knee got sore
 Then out of the platform, to Bikleys charm
 Towers the spire of a church
 In the clear blue sky

 Where is the church in Bikley?
 A question we all asked
 Then came the reply
 Underneath them spires 
Over yonder skies
 Now as I end my journey
 So too must he ascend
 Now we are to laud his praises
 His Accomplishments.

 As I raised my head,
 the terrain did I explore
 A right and a left, a ten minutes walk 
No less no more
 Then out of to the fresh air
 The silence of the trumpeters note
 Soon at the gates we arrived
 To be greeted by ta tree, the previous night I dremt
 For under it was laden 
Passion fruits you see
 But when I open one up
 Crystal clear water did I see.

Copyright © Robert Mayy


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  1. Date: 10/1/2014 8:26:00 AM

    - Woow ... quite a journey ....and experience - Really well written, Robert! - // Anne-Lise :)