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I heard it, used to do some poetry with them also written a poem in tribute to Flip Fraser , 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 his 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 a tree,
The previous night I dreamt.
For under it was laden
Passion fruits you see,
But when I open one up
Crystal clear water did I see.

Copyright © Reggae Magnet | Year Posted 2014

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I heard it, used to do some poetry with them also written a poem in tribute to Flip Fraser ,   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 his 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 a tree, 
 The previous night I dreamt. 
 For under it was laden  
 Passion fruits you see, 
 But when I open one up 
 Crystal clear water did I see. 
 
Copyright © Reggae Magnet | Year Posted 2014 
 
 
  
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