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AFTER MONTHS OF PANDEMIC DEVASTATION
As life goes on today After months of pandemic devastation, We look forward to the future, With hope and intrepidation.
Many losses of lives throughout the world, Lots of families left with broken hearts, Their loved ones no longer with us, So they are trying to make new starts.
Pharmaceutical companies working hard, Trying to find vaccine worldwide, Without this you may be vulnerable for years, And can contract it wherever you try to hide.
We live in hope each day Believing our own faith will protect us, From a pandemic Corona virus so deadly, Which is brutally very infectious.
Written by David Boyce Brackla, Bridgend
COVID 19
Is a plague come on us as in Egypt’s land In those days of so long ago? Pharaoh had only to ask that it soon be gone If only he’d kept to his ‘No.’
No to oppression, cruelty and pain As he built his cities so strong And do we care for the cheated, the poor And sorting out right from wrong?
Oh yes, we care that we can’t meet our friends And no holidays, parties or fun, But what of the poor, imprisoned, afraid? What of freedom for everyone?
Oh, what did it take that those slaves be set free? And what was the price that was paid? A lamb for a house, and its blood on the door As the angel of death did invade
And we know that God gave his Son as our lamb That we are forgiven and free So let’s pray for God’s mercy, protection and grace And contentment for you and for me.
Pauline Lewis, Porthcawl
LITTLE THINGS
Little things please little minds, My father used to say, But in these oh so gloomy times They can brighten any day. A simple smile, perhaps a wave, From a stranger or a friend, Can make a huge impression, On that you can depend. So take some time to share the warmth That lies within your soul. Give a smile and say ‘Hello’, Spread a little glow. Whether giving or receiving We lighten someone’s load. Ease those heavy footsteps As we tread life’s weary road.
Judy Dee, Porthcawl
LOOK TO THE SUN
Look to the sun and feel its heat As it penetrates from head to feet, Look to the rain to clear your path As it gives the earth a well earned bath, Look to the snow to cleanse your thoughts Of bad emotions that you have fought, Look to the wind as it clears the air And frees your mind of all that’s there, Look to the stars to give you hope To gather the tools that will help you cope, Look to the moon to light your way So that tomorrow will be a beautiful day, Look to your friends to help you through Don’t forget your Angel who takes care of you.
Marilyn Cook, Bridgend
THE PAST FORGOTTEN
When all traces of history are laid to waste, What then will stand in its place? When every statue is hurled to the ground, From which new source will greater men be found? When every street is swiftly renamed, And heroes of forgotten wars defamed, What then shall remain? If the demands of the mob are met, Who bid that we the past forget, With what shall we be left?
Ambrose Campion, South Cornelly
THE WEATHER
“What a lovely day,” I say To family or passers by, Hiding sin and guilt Behind a web of innocence. “Isn’t the weather awful,” I say, Drowning in a well of sadness, Brim full of failures, Or, sailing under a cloud of weather charms That chime with my mood, I’m blown into port by the hurricane wind And led to my doom. The windy ghost of an old woman hurls around, Snarls at the waves beating the Prom, Drenched in the flecking, floating foam, In an eerie studio light That silvers the seething sea. Owned by the weather, The omen of our dreams, The Mussolini, the Hitler of our lives, The ultimate Dictator.
Sally Richards, Porthcawl
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