A POEM AND A TREECREEPER

 

Hi! I hope you have all been having a great Easter break. I went on a long walk yesterday and saw my first treecreeper (pictures above). They are amazing birds which climb up and around trees, using their sharp toes and balancing themselves with their stiff tails. It has now been over a year since we were first in lockdown; so to mark how far we've come I would like to share with you a poem I wrote almost a year ago when I couldn't go to school

IN LOCKDOWN

I look up, and

There he is;

The fledgling robin that visits

Every day.

 

Through the glass

I look;

Through the borders of my

Small world.

 

He flies

About, the fledgling robin;

At peace with his own

World.

 

His world

Is trees;

And insects, food and flight

That’s all.

 

My world

Is school on teams;

Rationed air and confinement and

Much more.

 

Both worlds are

Different, both new;

His is all he has known, but me,

I have memories.

 

Memories of

A better time;

Where we thought school was a bore, yet now

We long for it.

 

School was

Routine, even if;

We were naïve enough to

Dread it.

 

Now, what

Is my routine?

Eat sleep repeat like those

Annoying t-shirts?

 

 

But my

Routine is more;

It has school time, the short minutes I get in the

Fresh air.

 

And yet it feels

Different to before;

This routine feels enclosed, trapped, as if

I’m slowly suffocating.

 

Perhaps it

Is the robin’s routine I long for;

A life in the air, on the move

Perhaps?

 

I look at the

Robin, try to share my thoughts;

Like people share their screens on zoom

But he is distracted.

 

And then he

Cocks his head to one side;

Surveys me with a glint in his eye, I think

Does he understand?

 

But he

Can’t, he has

Never been enclosed, has he?

But wait

 

Of course

Perhaps he does understand;

For he too was trapped inside the egg, waiting

To break free.

I hope you have enjoyed reading this, bye!