Page 72 - Everyone a Writer Anthology 2021
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The world we knew has changed so much This is a time we will never forget
Never needing to think about A time of pain, sadness and endless regret
Who we saw, what we did, We have all fought so hard and we keep on
Who to hug, or who to kiss. battling
No matter how hard it gets we will keep on
Then it came… tackling
Silently
S l o w a t f i r s t But some people found a way to put a smile on
But all too soon, it was moving too fast our face
Sir Captain Tom and his garden race
LOCKDOWN Clapping on the roads every Thursday night
The neighbours in pyjamas, oh what a sight
Everything stopped
No going anywhere – not even school! This is a time we will never forget
That was now in the living room
Families torn apart. Abi Clark, Y8
Meadowhead
The world started to Zoom on by
This was the only way to see people
Unless you went for your daily walk
Then other people would avoid you as though you had it.
It?
The invisible killer
Clapping for those who worked on the front line
Of the war against our new enemy.
But stay at home under rainbows we did
And little by little we had our freedom
Jabs in people’s arms helped to stop it in its path
The end dream is so close
Empty
So close we can nearly touch it
Hug those we love and who we have missed A single leaf skitters along the dusty pavement.
Get out on the sports field again Twirling, swirling skipping past a window,
And return to a new normal life
Where a young girl looks out at an abandoned
street
We may still need to be careful as Occupied only by a blackbird and crow.
We definitely don’t want the dark clouds to return The sun: peeking out through the curtain of clouds
But spring is on its way Sees emptiness and loneliness and sorrow.
As is the hope of the world starting again. Trees withered, old and frail,
And dark houses row on row.
Daniel Carnall, Y7
Meadowhead
But somewhere in the darkness
Mother Nature stirs from her slumber.
Something beautiful is thriving,
Bringing a distant promise of approaching
summer.
A stillness has descended on the quiet streets,
Lonely, yet beautiful and purely serendipitous
Life is growing in the wake of human absence
And the girl sees the empty as something truly
precious.
Mairin Taylor, Y8
Meadowhead
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