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Love In Isolation Better Days Ahead

I remember a time, way back when, by Skew Wiff
Together alone, we treasured then
Our honeymoon, fifty-three years ago; ‘There’s better days ahead”
Lost in each other, no-one to know. Said the Prophets years ago,
Fast forward to now, it is twenty-twenty; When the Pyramids were Pebbles -
New laws in place, of which there are plenty: And progress mighty slow.
Disinfect, isolate, together, apart; “There’s better days ahead”
A world stopped in its tracks - when will it restart? Said the Sailor Francis Drake,
I look in his eyes and my heart skips a beat “We will beat the Great Armada
Reminding me of when first we did meet. If the Lookout stays awake”.
So, we are taking these days, as our world does renew, You can see that right thru History
To consider the riches of a love which just grew Whenever there’s a Fight,
From a spark to a flame and a warm, glowing ember - By looking on the bright side
The blessing now is we both still remember. Everything will turn out Right.
Today we have that ‘Virus’,
Marion Jordan, April 2020 And a Battle to be won,
Contributed by Elaine Delaney The Night is dark and fearsome
As we run from everyone.
But don’t give up, don’t run away
And hide beneath your Bed,
For we will win this battle,
And there’s “ Better Days ahead”.

In my travels around the country I come across people and places
that are just inspiring for whatever reason. “Koroit Victoria” was
one such place – and I remember, the lead-up to the “St Patrick’s
day” celebration was one thing that generated a bit of excitement
in the town at the time. It stood to reason I guess that I should use
ODIUM to a VIRUS. “Paddy’s” day as a theme to build the song on.

Greg
By The Bullock Driver St Patrick’s Day, Koroit. Victoria.

by Gregory M. Dillon 6-3-2011.
Sneaking, clandestine, hidden in breath,
contemporary version of antique, Black Death. “Saint Patrick’s day” in Aussie sun;
Poor China’s misery unleashed upon Earth, we’ll sing and dance and have some fun.
scourging nations with hardship and dearth. For the Irish here and the Irish there;
Slow to envisage your malevolent scope, on “Paddy’s” day it’s everywhere.
authority lingered in unjustified hope; Whether the Ale is green or brown;
while you, vile invader, sought victims, untold; at “Mickey Bourke’s” we’ll drink it down.
your Death’s embrace grasping, especially, the Old. Let music and song ring all around;
on “Paddy’s” day in “Koroit town”.
Lucky Australia, shielded by sea, Just walk about in Koroit town;
saw calamity inflicted on benign Italy. most every street right up and down.
Our Government’s responses, scientifically led, Where roses grow much joy is found;
have shielded us all from the worst that we dread. about the streets/ of Koroit town.
Alas for the cruise ships, sad jails of distress, On Koroit town the sun does shine;
floating hot-beds of contact; inescapable stress. In love and blossom hearts entwine.
Lavish praise for the nurses, the doctors, and all Potatoes grow and cows abound;
who, day after day, fight what may befall. the milk is rich/around Koroit town.
People smile and say G’day;
Hippocrates’ legacy; Nightingale’s gift; laughter’s heard where children play.
your strength- our protection; your actions, so swift. From the trees come floating down;
Brave souls “manned the barricades”, without any fuss. the bird-song heard in Koroit town.
Churchill’s “Battle of Britain” words could be spoken by us. “Saint Patrick’s day” in Aussie sun;
There is humour and patience; kindness and care; we’ll sing and dance and have some fun.
and we need every gram for the burdens we share. For the Irish here and the Irish there;
We must follow staunch footsteps of Australians past, on “Paddy’s” day it’s everywhere.
to vanquish this vile thing, in triumph, at last. Whether the Ale is green or brown;
at “Mickey Bourke’s” we’ll drink it down.
Contributed by Elaine Delaney Let music and song ring all around;
on “Paddy’s” day in Koroit town.
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