Wish you were here

Day 7 of 30

The flight was short, the hotel fab

The skies are blue, the sand is hot

The sea is crystal clear

The wine is lush, the beer is cheep

Just one thing left to say

Wish you were here.

Unknown destination

half way there

unsure where

A weekend treat

destination unknown

journey is crawling along

past fields of brilliant yellow

familiar place names pass by

sun shines over rolling hills

still the destination is secret

fields of lambs jumping  dancing

pretty villages with sandstone houses

cathedral pokes his head up high

passing canals and rivers

as the car slows down

sat nav says the journey ended

destination known

Tritina for a holiday

Morning sun rises in the sky

Vapour trails linger uniquely

Picture perfect, in a magazine

 

Flicking pages of a magazine

Each holiday unfolds uniquely

Midday sun is high in the sky

 

Silver lined dark clouds appear uniquely

Closing the pages of the magazine

Above me the sun leaves the sky

 

And darkness floats down uniquely