…
May trees are in flower again
it was this time last year
the news came of your passing
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When the May flower white in the woodland
reminds me of the poem you wrote
it was about this time we heard too
so many people were dying from Covid
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I was recovering, shielded and frightened
I didn’t see anyone for nine months
living here out on the country road
on a hill surrounded by Oakwood
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Shopping was brought to the door
the man always asked if I was well
he kept his distance the boxes left
two metres away he always looked worried
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May trees are in bloom again
so I think of your sudden death at this time
back then I was going over your work
while it rained through the night
I listened to its hiss sound on the skylight
a beautiful sound to fall to sleep to.
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©robcullen02062021
