A little poem inspired by the all the positive aspects i discovered over the last year in lockdown. 

As I walked past the empty gym,

My thoughts began to swim.

I wondered what now? Where will I find my escape?

Lost in thought, I continued down the cityscape.

I listened intently,

As the winds blew gently.

The outside air called for adventure,

A need for wander...

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Thank God, or St Giles anyway,

For Stoney Clouds.

You could be anywhere in the: Peaks, the counties, the Dales or the moors.

Jays give sudden alarm in coppice charms,

As people arrive, who should be indoors,

Locked down from our friends and family,

But luckily not the green of Stoney.

Stoney, an apt name for stoner youth,

Pot-plastered at the bench,

On the summ...

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