Grab a stranger by the hand
paddle in a fountain
that’s the way to celebrate
be a happy nation.
Trestle tables down the street
party with the neighbours
heaven knows they endured
quite enough privation.
Hug the nearest one you can
cuddle with a sailor
dancing in the city streets
proper celebration.
Now we all remember them
sitting in our garden
maybe all go out the front
social isolation.
Raise a glass then if you can
to a distant neighbour
one day we will dance again
be a happier nation.
Up and down the City road,
In and out the Eagle,
all the pubs will open up,
be a celebration.
Andrew Green's Poems 