Perspectives

North wind blows, there’s a chill in the air
And the leaves are blown from the trees.
Fires are lit and children wrapped up
At the hint of sniff and a sneeze.
Panic headlines:’Worst Winter in Years;
A 100 days of snow.’
Hospital full with the ‘Not Sick’
And transport sure to be slow.

But a wind has blown and houses are down.
Bodies found as the water recedes.
Fires are lit and children wrapped up
To protect from the risk of disease.
Headlines tell of the death toll
100’s then 1000’s or more.
Hospitals destroyed – lives in tatters
Yet ‘Hope’ is the cry of them all.

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About Stephen Kemp (The Poet Tree)

Jack of all-trades - master of none...but working on it
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