Woke up and packed in a rush
The rain had come down heavily as we slept
Everything was a tad damp,
We rushed to get under the easy up
Shoved six grown bodies and a baby under it
It was hard to make breakfast with no space,
So the firefighter sacrificed himself
Opted to make a fire in a water-filled hole
Somehow it worked, for as long as it was fed
When food was ready for consumption
We climbed into queen 2’s bus
A short bus I’ve dubbed as McShorty
The mud from our shoes everywhere,
After everyone ate it was go time
I was to watch the baby
Who was in need of a nap but refused it
While everyone else quickly packed camp,
Then we were on the road for home
Leaving the space much cleaner than before.
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Sunday, May 17th (63rd day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
