Carry on. A poem by Sam Gaynor

Seedlings still grow
You can still feel the breeze
The fields are ploughed
And the sun is still rising

Breakfast is made
Then lunch is served
Dinner is cooked
then the evenings unfold

sounds are still made
the chime of a bell
the crunch of gravel underfoot
the click of a lock

trapped inside
not allowed out
the mind fills up with gloom

but no matter how bad, how dire, how sad
the earth still revolves
and life still moves on.

By Sam Gaynor (aged 12)


Sam is in 6th class in Newbridge Educate Together National School. He enjoys writing poetry, karate, and rugby.

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