The haze is exceptionally bad today;
The sky is a uniform sea of grey.
Nothing in sight save a still volleyball of chrome yellow;
At 9.30 a.m. is it the moon or the sun so mellow?
Heavy hangs the still, ashen air;
Still leaves on trees stoically bear.
Now the haze has got worse – the PSI is more than 300!
School is cancelled; outdoors is unsafe – life’s disrupted.
But happy the schoolkids – their ignorance is bliss.
Guilt-free forest fire perpetrators continue to get away;
Across the sea, haze victims a change in wind direction pray.
Nice poem…. Like
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Thanks, Gabriella, for ‘liking’ the poem. Some school kids were hoping for another school holiday tomorrow! lol!
Dear Jasmine,
I enjoyed reading your poem/s. They are always well-written, rhymic and also reflect the current sentiments of the day. Someday I hope all your poetic contributions can be compiled for posterity to reflect the passages of time & life in SHC.
SHC really got talent (Two thumbs up!!!)
Hi Jonathan
My poems are amateurish attempts, hence not good enough for a collection, but thanks for the compliments.
Here’s a poem indirectly encouraging senior citizens/retirees to join SHC :)
The tide is ebbing; the sun is setting;
Retirement is beckoning; Third Agers are worrying.
But worry not active members of the Silverhair Club –
They join the activities the Club often cooks up.
They make more friends and keep busy;
They force the bane of Aged to flee.