Today I was reflecting on the last few months and I have had a go at writing it in poem form. I like to do this as it helps condense my thoughts so I thought I would share it with you.
The Virus came to our shores
tiny insignificant we thought,
just a few will catch it .. it's a bit like the flu
nothing to worry about at all
Then lockdown.
and people stayed at home, churches closed
jobs furloughed, time on their hands ...
and they read books, watched tv
and laughed once more with families
and the earth healed a little.
And then the deaths began to rise
people scared, masks outside,
people listened and people clapped,
people cared and shared
and people prayed,
and people changed
and people saw the error of their ways.
They grieved the dead and slowly
slowly the rate began to drop
and the sun shone and people took
their chances to sit in parks together,
changed forever?
but Autumn came and the virus did the same,
and people were angry as the
rules and regulations seemed to change
as quickly as the leaves began to fall from the trees;
And anger brewed as conspiracy theories raged
as Covid came to stay.
and people grieved
and people prayed...
and prayed for the day when the vaccines reigned.
But will people learn the error of their ways?
As nature grieved the loss of trees
and habitats much needed by
the bats and birds and bees?
And plastic builds dams along our shores
killing life as they absorb
the microbeads and masks of course
and people grieved
and people prayed
will people learn the error of their ways?
