Wendy Watson Poet Curtal Sonnet

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

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Sara Kendrick November 21, 2020 at 2:13 AM Thanks for participating in my contest. I appreciate you taking the time and writing this nice event from your life. Sara

Rico Leffanta November 18, 2020 at 10:51 AM There is no end to counting sheep in Wales! Aloha! Rico

Kim Rodrigues November 17, 2020 at 6:31 PM Memories of travels. Back in the day, roads were not as good so my dad would get lost, have to break out the map and go back hopefully only a mile or two.

Heidi Sands November 17, 2020 at 4:20 PM Nice poem Wendy! Well done :)

Ilene Bauer November 17, 2020 at 3:42 PM this is a lovely memory, poetically expressed! nice job, wendy... Wendy Watson November 17, 2020 at 3:54 PM That's kind of you, Ilene. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.