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Waded half way through –

A poem a day so far ~

Might just go o’er.

A battered garden –

Such unseasonal rainfall ~

Ferns are loving it.

The Boy’s school poem –

Funny, topical, rhyming ~

Very proud Dada.

We have missed sports, buddies, football and more.
COVID has definitely been quite a chore.
But when we’re older we will be able to tell so many stories.
We have played so many games such as scattergories
We have turned into cavemen with a mountain of hair on our head,
Attending zoom calls eating pot noodles in our bed.

We eat our food as we wish,
My bedroom is filled dish after dish.
Covid is like being hit by a brick wall,
But at least we have football volleyball.
COVID will be over soon
But in the meantime do something productive you lanky spoon
.’

(Odin Cleary, Sixth Class)

A month of short verse –

Marking each day as it comes ~

Dry January.

The creeping Dunnock –

Doesn’t compete with sparrows ~

He’s sure of himself.

Robin flying past –

Everywhere, the same sound ~

Garden, prison camp.

Moving dormant pots –

Mister Robin inspecting ~

So I move some more.

My neighbor’s pigeons –

Evening sun in their wings ~

Trained by the whistle.

Family picnic –

Swifts circling, feed on the wing ~

A fine stand of pines.

We are all shut down –

Nagging feeling about this ~

Nature is smiling.

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