Roadtrip Poem by Martin Moore

ROADTRIP
Sand-soaked sandwiches and flies
Warm cordial to sooth the mustard high
Swimming trunks on the roof to dry
Forgotten in the leaving.
Bites and stings and sand between toes
Scorching sun and ocean cold
Summer months, melting tar on roads
No seasonal interweaving.
A two berth caravan for seven
The ocean view was seventh heaven
A family pact of non-aggression
Avoided unnecessary pain.
A gas cylinder in the boot
Accompanied us along the route
The Morris Minor would commute
Our target preordained.
The obligatory spasmodic showers
Lasting for what seemed like hours
Locked up in our two berth tower
We'd curse the wayward weather.
Ultimately came the exodus
And to the beach the five of us
Adventurous, amphibious
We'd jump the waves together.