Holidays are funny things
People choose to spread their wings
Take to the road, and Westward Ho!
Join the queues: the Big Go Slow
Pack a car with precious stuff
iPad, cossie, tea-towels: enough!
To make your rest a home-from-home
No matter where you choose to roam!
Safe and sound, embedded there
A place to rest: we’ll be somewhere
Close to sea or sand or beach
Close enough.. and just in reach
Make the car your camel train
Carry children, prepare for rain
Well, it is the English Summer
The sky is grey but the rain is warmer.
The sight and sounds of coastal Devon
Smell of scone and jam, oh heaven
Clotted cream, in Hockings ice
Make the beach trip twice as nice
Wend you way through country lanes
Smell the hay and sweet perfumes
Up a crazy, wobbly track
Find your cottage: quick, unpack!
Shake the sand out on the grass
Grab your cossie, make it fast
Pool is open, Dad: come on..!
Don’t go putting the footie on…!
Dip a toe into the pool
Initially it feels quite cool
After nearly just an hour
Time to take that bedtime shower
Tired kids are slowing down
Tears and yawns and grumpy frowns
PJs on and into bed
Go to sleep, you: Sleepy Head
Mums and Dads relax and crash
Planning for tomorrow’s splash
Off to Bude to the Sea Pool
Salty, limpid, very cool.
Summer holiday fun and frolics
No bad bugs or foreign colics
School is all too soon in sight
Pack up car and drive by night
Take the weary journey home
That’s the end of this Summer poem.