keep on keeping on


What happened next,
for those who were there,
they know who they are.

Fifty years on
and we are still behaving like tourists,
though money still can’t buy the dream.

Its easier if there is group of you,
sitting in a Fold Farm field or
on Afton Down .
Not so easy if you are called Meredith Hunter,
George Floyd or Jacob Blake.
I thought about this as I climbed
Whichford Hill,
listening to the bald soprano.
Like the captain he was
simply being himself.

Then Miles came,
 played Directions
but you can call it anything
 and  like a lot of people
I blew it,         got it wrong,
and  now we have to ask ourselves
what’s happening  now.





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