wind was blowing gently through my hair,
was lovely, I do have to say.
was my very first time, on a beach in Spain.
first part of my school holiday.
lazed on the beach and played in the sand,
marvellous, I was in a soft dream.
my mum’s voice, slowly, broke through the haze.
you like a Neapolitan ice-cream?”
This was the life, living out in the sun.
got here in such a short span.
before long, if I make sure to take very good care,
end up with a gorgeous suntan.
are those, of course, who sunbathe too long,
in the heat, they soon fall asleep.
really are very silly, you know.
they’ll blister, before you can peep.
got to be sensible out in the sun.
spells and often they say.
you won’t blister up, but go golden brown.
certainly the very best way.
where have you been?” “You look so well,”
classmates will surround me, and say.
Just a little trip that I took with my mum,
we don’t do it every day!”
thought then, of my friends, who had stayed at home,
were looking after Pippie, my dog,
they battled through the rain and probably the snow,
almost certainly the wind and the fog!
there are compensations to being at home.
the cold my cheeks are aglow.
I can ‘swish’ through all the puddles there are
ride my toboggan along in the snow!
can have fun in all sorts of weather, you see.
can be enjoyable in the heaviest of rain.
I wouldn’t be too happy in a heavy cyclone,
a tempest or a big hurricane.
weather is frightening and I cuddle up to my Nan.
there’s no table I want to hide under.
noise is so great, the house will surely fall down,
there’s a lightning streak, followed by thunder!
know what heavenly forces there are,
what happens when you experience all that,
advice is keep calm and stay really composed
you cuddle up to the cat!
I really had such a good holiday,
an experience wherever I roam.
the best part of all is the pleasure I get,
When I open the front door of my home!
to my grand-daughter Lucie.
Author: Trevor Durbidge Copyright © 2001 [TJD]. All rights reserved. Revised: October 30, 2007 .