Vacation Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

VACATION

I take my quiet hiatus
In this place I lay my head,
To close my eyes and softly sleep
As I rest upon my bed.

To rise in moderation
And to the door I'll go
Soaking in this quiet respite
As outward tensions flow.

Warm breezes succor sweet relief
To alleviate all pain
Emphasizing ease of breathe
As the Winter's grimmace drain.

But soon our time has ended
And return to life, we will,
Retreating to the cold and snow
No longer Vacation's thrill.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

12-27-06
By Ms. Caroline


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