by 
Douglas Benson lives in West Lothian and works with West Lothian Council. Here he shares a poem and photograph on some of his thoughts on his time through Covid.
Corona, no not the beer, replaced the usual fresh spring with fear,
Locked up, imprisoned, not in the big hoose but yer ain hoose,
Out for an hour make best use, cardio staving off biscuits and juice,
Nature, more alive than ever, morning walk casually interrupted by deer,
Collecting trollies to stave off boredom, well trolley photos anyway,
Someone might like them and hang them in a pandemic-related gallery,
Testimony to something a little different, a reminder of change…
How the Covid led us here? Somewhere. Anywhere. It got Everywhere.
Eat out to help out raised the mood of the nation?
Qui surprise surprise, Covid returned…no discrimination,
Vaccine on the way, we all cheer, no false dawn but maybe third wave?
Not at yuletide?! Nope, Covid takes time off, so pile in and rave…
Like its 2019 then surprise, lockdown returns, something even more grave,
Channel the spirit of bygone eras and take solace in hope science gave us.
