When nothing’s vital, we relax;
I’ve answered emails, filed my tax,
Cleaned the house; although some dust
Surely lingers but - who’s fussed?
Others organise their time:
Mini-trips to warm sunshine
Or jaunt perhaps North Sea coast
To visit friends, they like the most…
Mist swirls in beechwood and collects
So, the poet that I am reflects
On this day with no work to do
What will thrill my soul anew?
May ’45 meant end of War
A Europe wrecked with feelings raw
Deaths in millions, devastation
Chaos reigned in every nation…
Let’s look ahead; elections loom
Decisions to be made in June!
But politics has doubtful Press
So, will our votes ensure success?
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
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