Holiday (or – stop moaning ya daft bugger and get on wi' it)
Every day is not
everyday
Real, unreal,
more real, less real.
Mountain heights, wonderful sights
Making love with Mother Nature.
Enjoying her feast for eye and mind,
just today by a sparkling stream,
a chance to dream.
The sea is seen
and
The scene is seen,
the obscene is seen,
gaping in galleries,
musing in museums,
boggling at buildings,
sitting in cities,
increasing creasing,
getting rumpled, crumpled,
jaundiced, the jaunt's not jaunty.
Chewed
not refreshed or renewed.
The meal hamster wheel,
menus and venues,
stomach and head overload,
road overload,
introvert overload
load upon load.
Wining and dining, drinking and thinking
Gawking and talking, too much walking,
tiring and retiring
early, to strange bed
in strange town
in strange country
Strange planet.
Isobel
Thu 16th Sep 2010 22:33
Holidays can be exhausting - can't they? You should try it with a young pack in tow - it takes it all to a new level. Nice one. x