A Holiday In Spain

A Holiday in Spain Endless blue, no cloud in sight Golden sands, with Gulls in flight. Rolling waves and boiling surf Pleasures of this spinning Earth. Sparrows drink from sprinkler head Fledglings squawking in their bed. Never ending task of feeding New young birds continue breeding. Palm trees sway in gentle breezes Ice cream in cold boxes freezes. Fanta, Cola, tea and Whiskey Couples with bare skin get frisky. Buildings white and buildings dark Rise starkly next to wooded park. Beaches host some joyful screaming Sun beds, loungers, owners dreaming. Promenade sees couples walking Local traders, constant stalking. Along the way pass cafe and bars Resting place, no sign of cars. Hotel works like toasting fan Go in pale, come out with tan. Food and beer is always there Drink too much and risk a dare. Swimming pool so cool, refreshing Children, shallow end are splashing. Lazy River round the edge Take deep breath and dive from ledge. Time has come to wind our way Luton, Heathrow, Gatwick say. New friends farewell and sad goodbye To home, our pets, our work we fly. John Healey