Hey. This is an uplifting poem by Benjamin Zephaniah- you know, local poet, Rasta guy, hangs around the Parents' Centre a lot. Wrote that small rhyme that flashes on the electric billboard thing on Green Street (where, can I say, the regeneration seems to have achieved NOTHING...) I hope you don't get in trouble for copyright over me posting this, but I don't think Zephaniah's the type to sue an EMT somehow. -PP The Traveller I trod over the mountain I trod over the sea, One thing I would like to see is East Ham’s people free, I do get stopped by cops a lot But that don’t bring me down, And I am not afraid to say that I love Canning Town. The bright colours of Green Street And those kids that make me laugh As they make up real rude poems As I jog round Plashet Park, I know every fox on High Street South And every fox knows me, I’ve spent hours upon Beckton Alps And I still can’t bloody ski. I trod over the mountain Rhyming as I go, There are many great poets In sweet Stratford-le-Bow, And I don’t need the TV To see well-paid pretenders, Everyday I see the truth, I live with real Eastenders. -Benjamin Zephaniah