Holiday Poem by Petra Creffield

Holiday



A friend in fair Verona plays today
While I in Cattollica stay
Gazing at the clouds and the crowds
As they pass me by
My mind blank o sweet release
From the endless homeland train
Of thoughts and emotional swirls
Instead cappuccino's and ice-cream
Smeared on faces of boys and girls

This holiday is almost done
Almost as soon as it has begun
The Adriatic has bathed me
Cleansed my both heart and my mind
I return reluctant to the grind


(sometime in 2005)

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