Poetry by Jambo Stewart
Flown from the Angles on July fifteen
A triple sided commune, the plan pristine
But plans they can change, as people sure do
So evolve and adapt, and come up with a new
Make camp near the Rock and try to survive
And better our future, for this we strive
Analysing the past with each careful move
With eyes on the future, we look to improve
The situation around and the situation we’re in
Working smarter, not harder, that’s the way to win
Don’t surround oneself, with a simple ‘here here’
Be called to account, by those who remain near
Self affirmation, is taken to extremes
But very little comfort can be sought in memes
Without the people to back up, the ideas and insight
Knowledge and wisdom, we use to enlight
The world we inhabit, and the people around
We mustn’t forget, that we are all bound
By subjective experience, and collection shared
Intellectual interpretation, that should be aired
This is for old and new, faithful friends
For those who’ve helped us through The Bends
For the family we’re given and the family we choose
For whose in our corner, whether we win or we lose
Appreciation is present, indeed it’s sincere
Know we are close, even when we’re not near
Images in my mind, memories start to crack
Melancholy overwhelms, when we look back
‘Cause your faces are so clear, this feeling is stark
But we’re just silhouettes, silhouettes in Stoke Park
Reminisce on occasion, more than I’m certain
See us again before the final curtain
Souls altogether, not a single one bored
Truth in my heart, we’ll always have the Ford
In time things’ll change, again and again
Stop to look around, every now and then
Forward with conviction, don’t delay
Maybe you’ll see us on the way
Enjoying the now, ’cause I know we’ll soon be
Silhouettes once again, silhouettes by the sea
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