Poem: written by Alan Pevely
Bank holiday! Our thoughts oft turn
To life’s most simple pleasures,
Of days out with the family,
Of sport, of walks, of leisure.
The weather’s warm the sky is blue,
So many things for us to do.
We’re blessed – this green and pleasant land,
From mountain top to wave-lapped strand,
Has much to offer, much to see
For humble folk like you and me.
We make a picnic, fill the car,
Set out for places near and far.
The beaches fill, the children dash
To water’s edge to splash
Each other with the freezing foam.
A few brief hours away from home
Give parents too a welcome break,
A chance to charge the batteries, to take
Some time with kids to laugh and play,
To buy ice-cream, enjoy the day.
This year, alas, such trips are banned.
For now this green and pleasant land,
Bereft of tourists, quiet and still,
From promenade to moor to hill,
Must needs rest, free from visiting hordes
At Conwy, where the seagulls mew,
They, only, can enjoy the view
From tower’s top. They lick their lips
At thoughts of stealing people’s chips!
But folk are gone! There’s noone here!
This really is a dreadful year
For those whose livelihood depends
On tourists and the pounds they spend.
The Lakes’ boats, Siren-like, call,” Hire us!”
But, now, an unseen, deadly virus
Means we must stay at home, no more
To venture out beyond our door.
From Yorkshire dale
All, sadly, now is out of reach.
The stately homes are
The grand halls, dining rooms, the view
Of rolling countryside are seen
No more by those of us so keen
To drink deep of this nation’s story,
Its grandeur, heritage, its glory.
But we are sure a time will come
When Covid’s beaten, war is won.
When lockdown’s o’er for you, for me.
We’ll step out boldly, we’ll be free
To talk to neighbours face to face,
Our children and grandkids embrace,
Go to the pub, the park, the zoo,
Just do the things we used to do.
We took for granted much before
Maybe we’ll appreciate them more.
Those simple things that life has brought us,
Hugs with family, sons and daughters.
We must protect our NHS.
We all must play our part. Say”Yes!
I’ll do my bit to stem the tide
Of those who’ve sickened, those who’ve died.
I’ll stay within the garden gates,
Not risk the health of all to Fates
Whose fickle fingers spin the thread
Of life for living - and the dead!
I’ll find new ways to entertain
The kids. I promise to refrain
From going out to meet with friends”.
For now, alas, that’s at an end.
So, if you’re tempted now to roam
Beyond the confines of your home.
Just spare a thought for those who work
To save lives, never ones to shirk
Their duties. So, we’ll help them out.
But ONLY if we don’t go out.
So next time that the boredom chafes,
Obey the rule – Stay home, stay safe
- Aintree Baptist Church.
- 96 Longmoor Lane
- L9 0EF
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