
My covid story
I rehearse …
I tell its story
In rhyming verse.
To be in England
Now April’s here;
Come lockdown’s end
I’ll give a cheer.
I’ve lived alone
In a bee-loud glade,
And sung the song
That covid made.
Now let me dance
With the daffodils,
And no more seek
For frills and thrills.
A holiday
I can’t afford;
I’ll stay at home,
Not travel abroad.
A cold winter
We’ve had of it;
Let life begin,
Lickety split.

With appreciative nods in the direction of…Robert Browning; W.B.Yeats; William Wordsworth; T.S.Eliot
