The Tale Of Ganja Park

The Tale Of Ganja Park

I am a teller of tales you do know well,
Tales of strange women and journeys I’ve made,
But a tale there is that remains untold,
About the green memory of mine that is never to fade

I shall begin about the green old temple,
Where time began, where true men were born,
Where thoughts transcended the heights of reality,
Where the law of the land made attempts forlorn
Where little boys learnt the depths of their ability,
And became men to forge a great new world,
Where the air floated with divine tranquility,
And the deepest of emotions were unfurled!

It is here that the gifts of our sweet love nature,
Were truly cherished beyond all logic and sense,
And here that we trekked the rivers of our imagination,
And when the enemy came, jumped over the fence
It was here the ambience of heaven was reflected,
The oceans of bliss flowing through our souls,
Great ideas we forged within that temple,
And left them on trees which served as scrolls

The temple of weed, the forest of dreams,
Where laughter and smoke warms the fresh air,
Where the spirit of Mary Jane truly dwells,
Where joints are smoked in only pairs

The green memory that shall live forever,
The paradise where men made their mark,
Where smoke and laughter were the ample entities,
The spirit shall live on, Sweet Home Ganja Park!

Screamjack