Life in lockdown
I remember, I remember
The Club where I would Bowl.
Where I would spend such happy hours
'Till the Virus took control.
In China did the trouble start,
Who'd heard of far WUHAN.
We said "This will not trouble us.
This will not spoil our Fun".
The Virus, now it had a name.
At first it was Corona.
Fond memories it brought to mind,
Of Lemonade and Cream Soda.
But later on they made a change,
To something much more sinister.
"Corvid 19 we'll call it now"
Said Matt Hancock the Health Minister.
I remember, I remember,
The day when Lockdown came,
When we were told to stay at home,
No more to play our game.
We weren't allowed to leave the house
Except for food and medication,
And just an hour for exercise.
They had quarantined the Nation.
We weren't allowed to hug or kiss,
Or even shake a hand.
"The NHS it must be saved ".
Was heard throughout the land.
We couldn't meet our families,
Or loved ones far or near.
Two yards apart we had to stay.
So, we were filled with fear.
And some of us, the more mature,
Were told to isolate.
We tried to buy our food on line,
But found we were too late.
For all the slots were taken up.
What were we meant to do?
So off I went, at break of dawn
To join the shopping queue.
I hurried round the Supermarket,
And tried to keep my distance.
I searched for beans and toilet rolls
And coffee that was instant.
And when at last I'd made it round,
The checkout was in sight.
O dear! I have forgot the Bread!
O well! Its cake tonight!!
So now at home, some on our own,
Or some with just a partner.
With days and weeks of time to fill.
If only it would go faster.
We cleaned the house from top to toe,
We tidied up the shed.
The garage was so spick and span.
It's surely time for bed?
And some of us, the lucky ones,
Had a garden to adjourn to.
To mow and weed or sow some seed,
Or simply just to stroll through.
We stopped and watched the Spring unfold.
The weather it was kind.
The birds and bees, they still were free,
They helped to ease our minds.
But after all the chores were done,
We still had time to kill.
At hobbies new we had a go,
Some tried another skill.
If music was your cup of tea,
You might strum your Ukulele,
Or even try to master drums,
Or rock just like Bill Haley!
For those who wanted to keep fit,
On line, were many classes.
Aerobics, Dance and Yoga too.
How slowly the time passes!
The crafters who could knit and sew,
They searched for other tasks.
They turned out really useful things,
Like blankets, quilts and masks.
Some turned to art to pass the time,
Whilst locked down in their homes,
With paint and brush and pencil too,
And pictures made with stones!
We also had more time to read,
New authors to discover,
Or find a book we'd loved before
To read cover to cover.
And some of us we tried to write
A poem or a novel.
It's verse that I have opted for,
It keeps me out of trouble.
And whilst I cannot claim to be
A Wordsworth, Keats or Yeats,
I hope my humble offering
I fear I have gone on too long,
For me this is addictive.
For now, I will just say, So long,
Keep well and safe and active.