THE BLOG
By Peter Woodgate
Since
lockdown
it
has been a lifeline,
the
RLWG,,
a
lantern in the darkness,
a
visit you can make from home,
tangible,
within our minds,
it’s
there for all to see.
Stories
full of guts and gore
of
romance, humour, and much more.
Muses
too have filled our minds,
with
thoughtful verse of many kinds,
I
swear that I have loved the chat
with
comments made to this and that.
It’s
wonderful and kept me sane,
stopped
me from going quite insane.
Of
course, this blog, is not by chance,
a
sudden sight, just worth a glance,
it
has been crafted, without pen,
by
Mr Morgan, our mate Len.
This
tribute then I give to him
and
raise a glass (that’s full of gin)
to
say a thank you from us all,
reminding
Len with this roll-call.
There’s
two Bobs and a Robert too
who
likes to write a nice Haiku,
Richard
of the many words
and
Phil who uses guns not swords.
Shelley,
Dawn and Sis use verse
to
capture emotions without curse.
Janet
is a story teller
bends
your mind like Yuri Geller.
Not
to forget Sujata Narang,
who
calls for girls to join her gang.
I’ll
mention Bob, French that is,
a
novel from him would be bliss,
and
Jane, whose stories are never dull,
no
despair, a glass half full.
Rosemary
too will right this world,
with
her verse that’s been unfurled.
Some
names missing, it would seem
who’s
works, as yet, we haven’t seen,
however,
this may be for reasons
as
varied as our yearly seasons.
Encouragement
is what we need
to
observe the final bloom from seed
and
so, I offer up this rhyme,
acknowledging
lots of their time
that
Len and others have all made
to
haul us out from lockdown’s shade
and
finally, to lift the gloom,
Chris
will show us all, with ZOOM.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
