Page 18 - Everyone a Writer Anthology 2021

Happiness was the thing that danced around us piercing our souls.
The sweetest smiles were sprinkled in every sight I see.
But now, the darkest disease came along like a foul.
Our hearts stared deeply.
Not being able to see Meadowhall was impossible.
Locked up in our homes was not the only thing irritating.
Going through this nightmare, the world itself was capable.
Week by week, quarantine passed on us waiting.
Other things kept budging us one by one.
This situation is a hole to the history of doom.
Hope was the thing trending, hoping that the pandemic was gone.
Phones and laptops were no use.
The worst daily news ruined everyone's life.
Contentment slowly reduced.
Lockdown was like a pain by the point of a knife.
Could this get any worse?
The corridors were shining with light.
The shops stood there, silent, and vast.
All I would say is make more hope, sleep tight.
If lockdown were ever over, I would take my word in delight
And say, “At last.”

Doha Abdullah, Y7
Meadowhead

Last Year

The concerts are empty with no songs or bands
In shopping centres and buildings people washing their hands
In towns and shops there are families wearing facemasks
Trapped in homes there are students doing their tasks
People jogging for an hour while drinking many litres
And a few men and women staying two metres
In leisure centres and swimming pools there are no teams or clubs
There were no food or drinks in cafes or pubs
Catting and laughing to families on zoom
Lots of people in house sitting in a room
Many people clapping at 8o’clock at night
A few people working as soon as it is light

Ethan James Y5
Norton Free

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