Stuck
By Darren McErlain © 2020
I look out the window to see a plume of big black smoke,
The mountains are on fire and air can make you choke.
I see the TV pictures as the orange flames hop and jump,
The dams are all dry and there’s no water to pump.
I spend my holidays inside to avoid the smell of ash,
I pray I can go out soon, to spend my Christmas cash.
The fires calmed and the rain buckets made its mark,
The sky dropped a river and flooded my special park.
I couldn’t go outside in case I got wet or I might drown,
I stayed inside my house and just wore my dressing gown.
The rain settled down and I finally got out the back,
To freely smell the muddy ash and ride my special track.
I went back to school and learnt the world was not well,
The shop shelves were empty with limited things to sell.
A flying invisible monster germ was picking on a few,
So we washed our hands with liquid soap and went through a few.
The world went all bossy, and there was not much fun around.
Most shops were closed or had X’s on the ground.
You couldn’t have a party, or visit your Nan and Pop,
The world became quite boring and the fun came to a stop.
I always wished one day that I didn’t have to go to school,
My wish came true that day, and I felt like such a fool.
My friends became invisible or zoomed off in the distance,
To see them in real-life, was a sad impossible existence.
The Easter show was banned, and ANZAC driveways became the law,
No Mother’s Day or going to church, the planet became a bore.
Today I don’t feel so stuck, but things are touch and go,
I am scared there’ll be another, sometimes I just don’t know.
The trees remain blackened and the floods have left their mark,
The invisible germ still lurks around to make the world all dark.
I am glad I’m not so stuck and I can now get around a bit more,
I still wash my hands, because some days, I am not so sure.