I sit in our hotel room
and ponder the days ahead
the adventures each new day will bring.
I am not going to even try
to imagine the delights ahead,
but let the card fall
however, they are dealt.

Some people when on holiday
wish for lots of good weather.
For me it’s not the weather
but those whom I will meet.
The laughter we might enjoy
listening to the funny things that made up our lives.
These are the important things
when I go on holiday.

7 June 2009

David Harris

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