Vacation Spot

Spenserian sonnet To Trundle Beach we turn to find our fun with fam'ly on vacation ev'ry June. Relaxing, romping, ready for some sun, we traipse the trails with youngsters before noon then nestle down for babys' naptime croon. We find the time for each of our four boys, yet treasure time alone, a honeymoon. It's tough adjusting to the constant noise. When adolescents share their digi-toys we feel our age; they show us how to text. No way we can compete with cyber joys. We've pondered year by year, "What can come next?" When June has passed and gone, we beg for rest with mixed emotions, we leave Trundle blessed. April 2, 2012