A lockdown poem

I wandered lonely as a cloud,

That floats on high o’er vales and crags,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host of bright green dog-poo bags

Beside the lake and hung on trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle in the moonlight rays,

They stretched in never-ending line

Beer bottles, cans and fast-food trays,

Ten thousand saw I maybe more,

All scattered by the lake-side shore.

These people come from miles around

To find fresh air, or so they say.

They light their fires on bone-dry ground,

And all their rubbish throw away.

Old food bags and plastic bags, I fear,

All left for other folk to clear.

We dwellers in the country green

Are used to seeing tourists here,

But DON’T leave rubbish, keep parks clean,

And please DON’T bring your crates of beer,

The pubs will surely open soon,

Then you can drink all afternoon.

With pologies to William Wordsworth,

D. Wilson

Llandrindod Wells

(Ed’s note: This letter was written in April, before the latest lockdown measures were lifted)