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Sunday Writing Prompt – Lockdown
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When in the sunshine we emerge
From our pandemic slumber
To once again shoulder to shoulder
Each other’s burdens un-encumber
When socially we shall once again
Hug, Greet, Embrace
Such joy we will then have
With sunshine on our face
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Sensible folk – stay at home
For dangers lay in the world abroad
Adventuring types oft – to their own homes bring
Unwanted visitors and maladies odd
We biggers should these truths have learned
From the wise halflings of the Shire
Maybe if we had so done
None of the current measures
Would we now require
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A sign had been posted on the farm track, and a clear advert from the farmer’s union had appeared in the regional newspapers. The message was clear, “Please don’t ramble or dog walk on our farms.” The virus had created a grave social crisis, but even with others supposedly isolating, farmers needed to work in order to feed the nation. What would happen to the food supply if farmers began to fall ill because of contaminated gates and stiles?
Yet, gates were being opened, and often not closed properly. And every time a farm worker opened one, they had no way of knowing if it had been infected. Evie Redding had had enough. She tied a piece of pink cord onto her gates and used a baling knot that city folk couldn’t easily replicate. It might not stop the ramblers, but at least she would know where they had been.
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He was noted as an explorer – intrepid
A pathfinder for all who followed
While others at home, in self-pity wallowed
He sought new horizons and scenes
His arrival from afar had caused celebration
His homecoming was quite the thing
Everyone wanted to know what he’d bought
While out at the Mall – shopping
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Weekend Writing Prompt #159 – Intrepid in 52 words
FOWC with Fandango — Homecoming
This isn’t my world
The world that I know
All dressed up (sort of)
And no place to go
I sit before a screen
Instead of a class
No face-to-face contact
Except through glass
This isn’t my world
The world that I know
All dressed up (sort of)
And no place to go
Tins and dried pasta
Are now my cuisine
Or I use different ingredients
Than the recipe magazine
This isn’t my world
The world that I know
All dressed up (sort of)
And no place to go
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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge – “My world”
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I have followed the blog of an amazing young woman named Caralyn ever since I began blogging myself. In her latest post she asked a simple but important question – “What has this quarantine taught you?”
I have learned that in the end it is tolerance and compassion that makes us the true survivors. We are touched by people who we haven’t heard from in years who send messages to just check that we are okay. It is the 99 year old veteran that walks around his garden to raise money for the doctors and nurses. It is the pastors who delivers groceries or prescriptions to the weakest of their flocks. It is our own ability to love and understand our friends and colleagues when they try to make a health issue a political one (on either side). It is when we stay in to protect the vulnerable, and yet will pray for those who flout restrictions, or hoard supplies, or even deny there is an issue at all. It is about “loving our neighbours.”
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Keep on moving – Do not sit
You are meant to be exercising
Do not quit
Be sure you are distanced
Don’t clog the path
Beware of how many are near you
Do the math
When you are finished
With your hour in the sun
You’ll need to wait till tomorrow
For another run
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It’s said that in our world – isolation’s a fiction
For many the web and phones are an addiction
We are intertwined, interfaced, linked without restriction
But now we are shut in – who could have made that prediction?
For those ensconced together it can cause some friction
Especially when waiting for the bathroom or use of the kitchen
For them being isolated seems a contradiction
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