Holidays…A Poem.

HOLIDAYS

I’m flying home across the land,

Clouds around on every hand,

Giant white mountains stretching high,

Reaching upward to the sky.

Sitting aboard this tiny plane,

Bounced around once and again,

Best place for me is on the ground,

Seems like this is what I found.

Was it worth it, you ask of me?

I would say, absolutely!

I’d do it again right away,

Is what I certainly would say.

There really is was no better way,

For this my little holiday.

Go where you like, the choice is free,

But for me, it’s Nice by the sea!

Β© 2019 Steve McLeod.

Thanks for joining me today and Muffin and I will see you again on Monday!Β  Hopefully.

 

25 Comments on “Holidays…A Poem.

  1. Another poem for the beautiful Nice! Hope you will repeat this experience soon 😊 beautiful words as usually πŸ‘πŸŒžπŸŒžπŸ˜Έ

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    • Thank you so much Eugenia!! That is so true, a boat is just too slow! That was my first time flying too but I really did enjoy it, except for the turbulence at times. Have a great Sunday!πŸ˜ƒπŸŒžπŸŒ³πŸ˜Ί

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    • Thank you so much Lillian!!πŸ˜ƒ You made my day with that! Muffin purrs her thanks to you!😻😽 Thanks again!!πŸ˜πŸŒ™

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