Happy Holidays Poem by Mark Heathcote

Some holiday destinations
Are like returning home.
The sea tide that went out
Return's, surf & foam.

Familiar, feelings somehow
Warm, soothe aching bones.
Smiles beam, ear to ear
Expelling - pheromones.

Carefree, holidaymakers
Barefoot to apartments
Walk as if on air
Some have on few, garments.

Others like their on film-set
Like they're going on safari
Like they're on a camera shoot
With both eyes starry.

Seeing that first Gazelle leap
Excitement cemented.
Some require another holiday.
They're all overexerted.