'Carry On' — a poem for the time
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| Image courtesy NASA. |
You can still feel the breeze
The fields are ploughed
And the sun is still rising
Breakfast is made
Then lunch is served
Dinner is cooked
then the evenings unfold
sounds are still made
the chime of a bell
the crunch of gravel underfoot
the click of a lock
trapped inside
not allowed out
the mind fills up with gloom
but no matter how bad, how dire, how sad
the earth still revolves
and life still moves on.
By Sam Gaynor (aged 12).
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