In Nineteen Eighty Nine Poem by Joyce Hemsley

I awoke to glorious splendour
Blue skies were crystal clear,
Sunbeams glistened through the trees
In the late autumn of the year.

One single rose, elegant and tall,
Swayed in the fresh morning air...
A pair of white doves had fallen in love
Mother nature was never as fair!

But suddenly the picture changed
As vehicles rushed to and fro,
Tranquillity and peace had flown
It was hustle bustle - come and go.

Young children were misbehaving,
There were road drills and aeroplanes,
Deafening noises spread far and wide
From the roar and rumble of cranes.

That was life, as we had to live it,
Harsh reality for everyone ~ but
A new golden morn soon shone again
With the rise of the springtime sun.