Simon One looked at the marshlands

Which had been lit by the full light

Of the new moon

Her memories hung in the silk mist

He never forgot them

 

Five hundred years later

Simon Five stood on the same spot

The marshes had been drained

And dwellings built nearby

He looked at the new moon

And shared her memories of the marshlands

 

Five thousand years later

Simon Twenty-Five stood on the same spot

In the middle of National Runway One

He looked at the new moon

And shared her memories of the marshlands