CELIA'S POEMS

No 309      January 18

It seems like a life sentence,

The weeks we’ve spent inside,

I just hope it does some good,

‘cause most of us have tried.

I emphasise the most because,

As you are well aware,

There’s people on cloud cuckoo land,

Who just don’t seem to care,

These poems have kept us busy,

That’s been such a good thing,

They’ve served a dual purpose,

Some happiness did bring.

The sledging is just out for us,

So we’ll just sit and look,

The scenery is beautiful,

Just like a picture book.

It makes stopping in a little easier,

We can’t get out anyhow,

So come on Geoffrey help me out,

What shall we do now.

My book has not been published yet,

The first 200 poems are there,

I’m halfway to another one,

I bet there’ll be some spare.

As the weeks get longer,

And it’s something I must do,

With the way things are going,

I may publish a few.