Lockdown

Lockdown

And now among this little realm As far as I can see As far as I’m allowed to roam Is all the world to me. We used to rove much farther then Beyond that shining brook Within the hollow of the glen I yearn but may only look.

You walked ahead before me then Your coat of blue and grey And turned to glance upon me when Joy prompted you to say: ‘D’you see yon thrush upon that bough?

D’you hear his thrilling song?’ That song, like you, has faded now Your smile and he are gone.

Your face upon my inward eye Looks grim and bears a frown Oh, hard it is to see you gone! And hard to be locked down!

That elm is now my boundary west The east that yellow gorse The park for exercise is best, And then Waitrose of course.

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