Sitting In The Park Poem by Paul Reed

The sun shone on our Saturday lunchtime
On vinyl through the scratches and clicks
‘Sitting in the park, waiting for you'
The radio's faint echoes from '66

And we landed in a different world
A sad ‘goodbye' became a cheery ‘hello'
Where suddenly everything was alright again
Everything was mellow

The words drifted through our sunny band
‘Wondering if you're even gonna show'
To ears that had never heard before
The reflective words from so long ago

We all drifted into a better time
‘With my back against the fence'
We relaxed and things slowed down
And felt a little less tense

And the unanswered question
‘Waiting for you my dear'
We'll never know if she turned up
So wistful and sincere

A little moment that would be forgotten
Forever lost in life's brisk game
Now it's written down we will recall
That sunny Saturday with Georgie Fame