“Tis the day after Christmas in Uzès. For those who wish you could see the decorations and holiday market in my favorite town, enjoy the tour!
While you’re here, I would like to share my thoughts and feelings for the day. I’m no poet, yet it came out in rhyme.
”Tis the day after Christmas in Uzès“
‘Tis the day after Christmas
And all through the town
Church bells are silent
There’s no one around.
Stores are all shuttered.
Streets strewn with leaves
Le Mistral is swirling
It roars, and it heaves.
Stone houses look vacant.
There’s rarely a light.
Townspeople have retreated,
Resigned to their plight.
It’s the day after Christmas.
Yet there is no reprieve.
The world is on lockdown.
It’s hard to believe.
A virus, a pandemic
Brought by a molecular spec
Has taken down nations,
The world’s in a wreck.
It’s the day after Christmas.
We’re down on our knees.
There’s hope in the New Year.
Will it end this disease?
Families are struggling,
Children not fed.
The lonely, the aged
The sick with no bed.
A glimmer of hope
That’s all we need.
Then, just like children,
We have to believe.
Deborah Bine ’20
Barefoot Blogger
