Walking on the Leas has the same appeal
As ever it did when Alice Keppel strolled
Its green sward with her philandering king.
But this morning, there’s an unfamiliar feel,
The world has changed, grown frail and dull and cold,
Though the blue sky screams out the start of Spring.
The peace along the path seems so surreal,
People keeping their distance, young and old,
As waves crash beneath and the small birds sing.
Nature mocks mankind’s poor attempts to heal,
Bright sunshine sends the wind and rain on hold,
Our latest disobedience our last fling.
Enjoy the sun, stay as long as you can,
You may get ill, but also get a tan.
Tony Quarrington 