A Martian he landed at Media City
He took a look round, but thought it a pity
That attracted by all those colourful lights
He landed his craft where he couldn’t see sights.
He saw a Man in a uniform sat behind desks
turning young adults to nervous wrecks
saying ‘this isn’t a place for you kids to play’
‘come back wi’ your teacher – on some other day’
The visitor saw the kids walk sadly away
as his eyes behind visor began to stray
as bustle behind windows , created a story
on some news worthy gossip, from Lib Lab or Tory
And on other desks too – tittle tattle from grounds
as footballers antics in town they’ve been found
and the camera’s flash on some sportsmans head
the latest transfer that’s been put to bed
The Martian he watched – as the screens switched to war
now and then stopped by the flash football scores.
It’s a funny old place this earth he did said
as news of the olympics flashed overhead.
And the lights they did change – as he saw the rings
and saw all the cheering and singing and things
as a scene from old stratford shone out a light
making the quayside shiny and bright.
So he entered his spacecraft and crafted a star
something that could be seen from near and of far
and he let it go upwards leaving trails on its way
lighting the sky for the others to play.
I wrote this tale during my time as An Ambassador for London 2012. The BBC had just moved in to their home on Salford Quays and this was my response to some of the overbearing security in that area…I thought, what if…hope you enjoy it© 2 years ago, Brian F Kirkham life • media • olympic • sport • alien • life2