No. 12 Forgotten Patch of LandBy the side of the train tracks
Patches of land forgotten about Sprigs of trees And plants Keeping each other company Existing since time began Forgotten about Or never even known Passed over by passersby Rail lines and grey wires Running their distance Connecting Stratford to Canning Town Canning Town to North Greenwich Working feverishly on the Jubilee Day in and day out Why do you rush so? Why do you hurry? Come spend some time with me On my forgotten patch of land And see where standing still takes you How far you can go By settling in your mind's eye The centre of the universe On my forgotten patch of land |