A well earned rest

A well-earned rest

We’ve travelled to a distant land

Clear sea, blue skies go hand in hand;

Burnt our feet on hot white sand

Thinking thoughts of ain’t life grand.

But every morning there is a race

To reserve a spot and put in place;

So for now it is ‘their’ space,

Roast in the heat – a reddened face!

Get up too early it is so sad -

Mothers, children, babies, dad!

Doss all day, they must be mad!

Part of the rat race they’ve now had.

And of these people, it is allowed -

Doesn’t matter what face in the crowd,

Ready and waiting with coloured towel

Like a vulture to prey and justly proud!

But just for now it’s worth a shot

To arise with birds to grab a spot!

I’ll lay here all day while it’s hot

A distant home life I’ve forgot.

So pardon me and please excuse

While I kick off my plastic shoes.

My bodies’ had a little booze.....

I’ll lay here for now and have a snooze.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

8^th August 2012