31st March 2020
A new rhythm in my days
falling into Lockdown stride
Chores reined in and under control
its time to move those legs.
It's an introverts' dream
No need to stop and say hello
Just nod, smile and walk on
after all, we must keep our distance.
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| Purslane beds caught my eye today, and my mind wandered to meadows and hills and Wordsworthian daffodils. |
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| Fluttering and dancing in the breeze, not the daffodils, but these grasses, tossing their heads definitely in glee. |
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| One cannot "but be gay, in such jocund company, I gazed and gazed, but little thought, what wealth the show to me had bought" |
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| My heart did with pleasure fill, seeing these pinks, never still |
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| ...and then to top it all, I saw these browns... oh my! Do the residents know? |
