Monday, 22 November 2021

Evening Song Vi Hughes

 



At end of day when streets are still,

And houses shutter from the fear,

A single note comes rising up,

Soon followed by another.


Shutters open, people rush 

To fill the streets with song.


Banging, 

Clanging, 

Cheering, 

Clapping.


They sing a song of thanks.

Thanks to all the health care workers, 


No end of day for them. 


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