Trying to remember

Maggie's farm I called Denman
I saw horses and buggies
I saw native people walking
in the mist from another time
It was nineteen ninety four
the place was locked down
like a school playground
Only a few real people left
who spoke out their minds
not afraid to offend anyone
free thinkers connected real
we saw them die over time
Jimmy Smith fisherman

Its late I am tired distracted
they were here though
laughed and danced more
before that they were
here or was us in other time