H/work w/e 27.4.20 ... EACH HOUR OF GRACE
Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2020 11:45 pm
EACH HOUR OF GRACE ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBarkPoet
The border gates across the land were closing one by one
a war was being fought across our land.
We hadn't seen the like of it for over sixty years
but now the time had come to make a stand.
Weekly rations were priced like gold and bloody hard to find
and panic slowly started now to creep
through the stunned population - who had never hardship seen
though older folk remembered, and did weep.
Our world has changed forever and if 'normal' e're returns
it will be a different 'normal' from before.
A cause for celebration will be simple tea for two
and a hug 'tween friends will just mean so much more.
For now people are relearning the simple joys of life
since necessity's the mother of invention.
Millennial's will learn to cook - or increasingly go hungry
as a nation locks its doors to aid prevention.
The weekend gathering of mate's at local clubs and bars
is now a memory - a fading ploy,
as Mothers now teach children some cooking skills of old -
the taste of homemade bread and cockies joy.
And plans to meet with mates to have a few beers and a barby
at best are a dry argument it seems.
A six dog night is pretty cold but not as cold as this
darn virus that has robbed all of their dreams.
And whilst beaches are empty and few planes now cross our skies,
as people isolate to slow infection.
Outside the world still carries on, the trees and grasses grow
as we perhaps take time for quiet reflection
to ponder on our futures - if indeed futures there are
to wonder perhaps just where we went wrong.
And hopefully tomorrow we will venture forth once more
to a world nature has healed, and sweet birdsong.
6.4.2020
The border gates across the land were closing one by one
a war was being fought across our land.
We hadn't seen the like of it for over sixty years
but now the time had come to make a stand.
Weekly rations were priced like gold and bloody hard to find
and panic slowly started now to creep
through the stunned population - who had never hardship seen
though older folk remembered, and did weep.
Our world has changed forever and if 'normal' e're returns
it will be a different 'normal' from before.
A cause for celebration will be simple tea for two
and a hug 'tween friends will just mean so much more.
For now people are relearning the simple joys of life
since necessity's the mother of invention.
Millennial's will learn to cook - or increasingly go hungry
as a nation locks its doors to aid prevention.
The weekend gathering of mate's at local clubs and bars
is now a memory - a fading ploy,
as Mothers now teach children some cooking skills of old -
the taste of homemade bread and cockies joy.
And plans to meet with mates to have a few beers and a barby
at best are a dry argument it seems.
A six dog night is pretty cold but not as cold as this
darn virus that has robbed all of their dreams.
And whilst beaches are empty and few planes now cross our skies,
as people isolate to slow infection.
Outside the world still carries on, the trees and grasses grow
as we perhaps take time for quiet reflection
to ponder on our futures - if indeed futures there are
to wonder perhaps just where we went wrong.
And hopefully tomorrow we will venture forth once more
to a world nature has healed, and sweet birdsong.
6.4.2020
