I thought this great poem written by Linda Bridges was highly pertinent for today! Thanks Linda
A Snapshot of Summer
Now is the Summer of our discontent
When all around seems discord
and vain glory.
Six male ‘frogs’ sit on high
chairs giving vent,
Yet reining in their own true/false
stories.
One flings off tie when seeing
he may lose,
Reclaiming ancestry with Steptoe’s
yard,
The shining one with hair
awry does choose
To parry questions seemingly
too hard.
They say he’s biding time
to make his mark
On voters waiting, pondering
in the shires.
He dodges from the light back
to the dark,
Escaping scrutiny, then lighting
fires.
As in our homes we sit and
wait for fate
To cast the die and try hard
not to hate.
LB – June 18th/19th 2019