Isolation in Carne

 The little thrush is singing in the tree 


The little thrush is singing in the tree 

In the hedgerow right behind me

He clearly sings above the rest

Proclaiming proudly from his nest

That Spring’s arrived and so it’s time

For nature to burst open once again. 


The sun is dancing on the apple trees

Whose buds are growing into blossom 

The cheeky robin sits on my table 

And steals a crumb before I’m able 

To deflect him or address him

Off he flies beneath our gable. 


This is heaven where I’ve come to

Appreciate the exquisite delight 

Of growing grass beneath my feet

And watching daisies peek their heads. 

Above the green grass that grows lush

In gentle Carne beside the sea. 


To travel the world only to return 

Whence it started many a year

And many a dance ago

With your partner across the floor

And sway to a tune

Learnt long before. 


First week of lockdown in isolation in Carne. March 2020. 

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