Not a leaf stirred.
Everything was still.
No sign of life.
Community killed.
Where are the people.?
Who roamed these roads.
It's like a ghost town.
One nobody knows.
It's creepy in its silence.
Despair hangs in the air.
Everything abandoned.
No movement anywhere.
This virus like the apocalypse.
Has decimated the street.
Where life was once good.
And everyone would meet.
No childish laughter.
Fills the air.
Anxiety rules.
Worry everywhere.
When this pandemic is over.
And life can again begin.
We'll sing out with so much joy.
As the beautiful church bells ring.
The Town will revive itself.
People supporting each other hand in hand.
The virus quashed.
Peace restored throughout the land.
Pauline McCreadie, 2020