Bound For Wales
He'd set off in the middle of the night
in order to escape the traffic peak
whilst we three children with sweet dreams were blessed.
Dear Dad drove through the darkness into light
but when his muscles ached and eyes were weak
he'd rest,
take light refreshment then press on to Wales.
Revived, no longer needing to count sheep,
excitedly we'd talk about the week
we'd spend at Nana's cottage in the dales-
Unstressed.
17.11.20
'The Speaker Poetry Contest' sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2020
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