Workaday Holidays. Poem by Fay Slimm

Tucked closely into the cossetting green
Of such deepest countryside finery,
In the middle of cleanly kept farmland,
Edged by glorious coastal scenery,
Lies old Saddle Rock Farm.

Boasting the quaintest of holiday cottages
Of the cosiest open-beamed charm ever seen.
Owned by the friendliest couple with faces
Of undisguised kindness, gleaming warmest
Of welcomes, whenever anyone's been.
Sits old Saddle Rock Farm.

Producing the wooliest sheep, and the
Fattest and happiest pigs, this farm is
Kept in strict order, marshalled between
Two of the bounciest dogs, busy with
Wettest of roughest lick-washing-clean
Attention, they organise all who venture
To undertake work in this holiday scheme
At old Saddle Rock Farm.

Sending, contented, the visitors home
Restfully happy, by having been breathing
Keenest of air, pleasantly walking miles
While making firm determined intentions
Of repeating their holiday scheming
Again, after the shortest of whiles,
With old Saddle Rock Farm.