Holiday

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

We hurried, we ran,
We got there, and waited...
Our hopes for no worries
Were quickly deflated.

The flight was delayed,
About an hour or so,
They couldn’t fly the plane,
There was just too much snow.

Finally, we arrived,
A whole day had gone by.
When you should be having fun
Is when time really flies.

We stood there in line
To receive numbered stubs,
Elbowing our way
Through the constant hub-bubs.

From the plane to a bus,
Off the ship, into a hack;
There were indeed many times
We thought to turn back.

Chances were slim, of course,
That our skin would change hue,
As luck would have it
The sun was on vacation too.

Suddenly it seemed to happen,
Time to head back home.
Heartstrings tend to pull you back
No matter where you roam.

Looking back upon my trip,
I can truly say,
I’m glad I took that week of time
To have my Holiday.

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from: Rome, Italy

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