Beautiful England

Beautiful England, covered in hills,

Serene nooks and crannies. Farms and windmills,

Glorious coastlines, smothered in sand,

Valiant cliffs stand proud and so grand.

Quaint little towns with high, pointed churches,

Castles and cottages, long pathways lined with birches,

Ancient forests with foxes and deer,

I really hope to explore more this year.

This poem was meant to reflect how lucky I feel to live in such a beautiful country.

Come Back!

As the seagulls gathered by the shore,

Having witnessed a world so different from before,

They considered their options, should they stay or explore?

Were they happy to suffer or did they seek something more?

Humans had altered and changed all their ways,

Cut down all the trees and distorted their gaze,

The people became selfish, with rubbish and muck,

One seagull was narrowly missed by a truck.

Pollution was stifling them, clouding their sight,

Choking them, confusing them and dulling days that should be bright,

But if these dear seagulls should leave their old homes,

Would they find anywhere better, where they weren’t battered by drones?

So seagulls, just let us have one more small chance,

To show you we care and in your honour, take a stance,

A stance again laziness and rubbish and uncaring,

We can turn this around and end your despairing.

This poem was written to show how important it is for us to care for our environment.

Edging Forwards.

Coming out of lockdown and hoping for the best,

We can do this, people. Let’s put ‘us’ to the test.

If we take little steps towards a brighter future,

Then we can get right back to enjoying popular culture.

To open up our theatres and start to watch live shows,

To walk around the countryside, appreciating nature and how it grows.

I want to go on holiday, and hop along the beach,

To visit other countries and have a drink in each.

I miss the chat in cafes, the smell of coffee brewing,

But all of this relies upon a careful, cautious ‘undoing’.

So let’s just take it slowly, to tiptoe back to normal

Or soon another flipping lockdown will yet again be formal.