It isn’t every day I write;
How can I when the sun burns bright
And blue skies beckon me outdoors
Or keep me busy – doing chores…
This year sees Seoul up in arms
And drought affecting Aussie farms;
While Jimmy Carter lies in state
And mourners his life venerate.
We wonder what this new year brings
With Donald waiting in the wings
And Gaza still
prone to attack;
World politics stays on the rack.
I don’t pretend the know the score;
Old Christmas trees lie on the floor
But Epiphany shows saddened face
As festive frolics slow their pace...
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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