2020

2020
The spring of 2020
We had nowhere we could go
We watched box sets on the tele
And we listened to the radio
 
We clapped every Thursday night
For the heroes whose jobs are key
We showed how important these people are
To the likes of you and me

Those lucky enough to have a garden
Sat and basked in the sun
While others made the most of it
Going for walks or a run

Our houses were suddenly spotless
As we scrubbed every nook and cranny
Each night we'd be on Skype or WhatsApp
To aunts and uncles and dear old Nanny

We learnt to smile again
There were no aeroplanes in the sky
The only things with wings
Were a bee a bird and butterfly

We suddenly realised the value
Of a voice on the end of the line
A pint of milk was more important
Than even the finest wine

We looked out for our neighbours
The elderly or those in need
A small package left on a doorstep
A simple but honourable deed

The spring of 2020
We rediscovered our heart
Closer than we'd ever been
Though we stood 2 metres apart
Danny Fenn the boleyn poet