And the Sun is out
lockdown and panic
had cut my wings
now I fly
but only around the garden
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife
Anything and Everything, but mostly Poetry
And the Sun is out
lockdown and panic
had cut my wings
now I fly
but only around the garden
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
sad is not it?
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Yes, but at least I have a garden and the ability to see and feel the sun. For those of us who are well, and not working the ‘frontline’, now is the time to pause and be thankful for little things and those working for us.
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I feel so sorry for those passengers on the Zaandam who have been confined to inside cabins…finally getting to dock in Florida…now that’s sad.
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Oh, yes, all the stories from the ships have been awful. It’s convinced me to never ever go on a cruise ship. The thought of being trapped like that…..
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I could envision you buzzing around the garden, delightful!
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Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…….. :)
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Sun is the symbol of power and majesty.
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Not just a symbol. She burns 600 million tons of Hydrogen every second — that is majestic.
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