Lockdown Day 3

An early morning walk over the narrow country track,
Pottered one way there, took a different amble back.
Popped to the local bakers, who seems to be trading well,
Disappointing consequence for me: no bread or cakes left to sell!

Doorstep natural beauties, I had the time to stop and see,
Today an 18th century graveyard became apparent to me.
Daily hectic lives means we often don’t see the past,
We forget about our history, by living far too fast.

So lockdown weekend one: so far all well and good,
I enjoyed my potter round my local neighbourhood.
Ask me again next week, I might not feel the same,
But to be so full of cheer, is certainly my aim.

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