A number of poems have been submitted, with people rising to a challenge set by businessman Dave Beausire who has penned his own during the lockdown.
Today we have a poem written by David Rowlinson.
Mr Rowlinson, who lives in Guernsey with his wife Claire, penned these thoughts in tribute to his daughter, Jenny, who is working for the NHS on the corona virus frontline in the UK.
Social Distancing.
A strange thing to contemplate
Distancing our present fate.
Is it right, twitters ask
As governments are brought to task
Front line staff are rightly lauded
And Thursday eve roundly applauded.
Brought together, our communities
Though from afar we miss our families
Social media will send a joke
We like the ones that ain’t so woke
The biggest of all is that man Trump
The free world leader such a chump
For meetings etc., FaceTime and Zoom
To lift us all from daily gloom
New recipes for our daily bread
Novices like me are filled with dread
Our gardens never looked so good
All borders clear where weeds once stood
Empathy for those with little space
Stuck inside, no sun on their face
And with those far less well off
Especially those still sleeping rough
Jobs are lost and businesses suffer
You wonder can it be much tougher
Far too many, wrong side of the dice
Have paid the ultimate sacrifice
Yet in places there are things to like
As we hope at last we’ve reached the spike
For now, we can hear the birdsong
As spring new born join the throng
The climate appears to be improving
Please oh please let’s keep that moving
How will it be when this is done
Sometime yet before the fun
But one day soon approaching steadily
We will resume with friends and family
And hopefully, on that day in December
We will spare a moment and remember
That having survived all that strife
The most important things in life.
David Rowlinson, 2020. For my daughter Jenny, working frontline with the NHS.
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Pictured top: David Rowlinson, with his wife and daughter.