Driving Home On Twelfth Night Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Twelfth Night arrived once again
and a picture of home captured his brain,
as he travelled along the coastal road
slightly delayed with the January snow.

But those dear ones! He longed to hold them,
his smiles and his kisses always told them.
Sailing along with a heavy load, in a car
as precious as if it were gold.

Snow on the hills flooded the plain
blizzards blew wildly across the terrain,
but soon appeared a Sunderland sign
'not far now' to that City so fine.

All the yuletide lights were missing
Twelfth night kindly made that decision;
A welcome was waiting at his home by the sea,
as he parked his car 'neath the evergreen tree.

The message was clear: 'A Happy New Year'