Another Satire

Hello coldness – my old friend
We’ve come to live with you again
Behind the icicles in our tent awning
We huddle up and wait for morning
And the sound of the planes flying high in the sky going by – oh me oh my
Disturb the sound of silence.

The daylight comes and in the snow
The other campers rush to go
The northern wind seems to be blowing stronger
We think we’re nuts to try and stay much longer
And the words of the campers are written on the closet door
Forever More
And touched the sound of silence.

And on the motorway M1
10,000 cars or more have gone
Drivers crashing into centre barriers
Minis ramming into large car carriers
To end the sound of silence.

© EGB   April 1970

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