A COUNTDOWN POEM
by John Yeo
Counting the days is an incredible chore
We can hardly wait for the magical day.
Life crawls by as we count the hours.
Until our ship arrives and we sail away.
Checking the details, patiently waiting,
For our dream to arrive and materialise.
The time drags slowly but life goes on.
Scanning the forecast watching the skies.
The days drag on, somehow we survive
The merciless countdown to getting away.
What is the weather like over there?
Can we escape on the appointed day?
Two whole weeks to go, our cases packed,
The postman arrives, the tickets are here.
We double-check, you're not taking that!
Perhaps that brolly's not such a good idea.
Seven days to go and counting the hours
Checking the suitcases and documentation.
Passports, money, insurance and tickets.
All part of our intense thorough preparation.
Re-checking the details as the week passes by.
Suddenly the countdown is nearing the day
Then the minutes are seconds, our driver arrives.
Zero hour! How time flies! Now we are on our holiday.
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
I thought I would start writing some poetry again to keep my skills sharpened ready for the next month-long challenge by Robert Brewer on Writers Digest.
by John Yeo
Counting the days is an incredible chore
We can hardly wait for the magical day.
Life crawls by as we count the hours.
Until our ship arrives and we sail away.
Checking the details, patiently waiting,
For our dream to arrive and materialise.
The time drags slowly but life goes on.
Scanning the forecast watching the skies.
The days drag on, somehow we survive
The merciless countdown to getting away.
What is the weather like over there?
Can we escape on the appointed day?
Two whole weeks to go, our cases packed,
The postman arrives, the tickets are here.
We double-check, you're not taking that!
Perhaps that brolly's not such a good idea.
Seven days to go and counting the hours
Checking the suitcases and documentation.
Passports, money, insurance and tickets.
All part of our intense thorough preparation.
Re-checking the details as the week passes by.
Suddenly the countdown is nearing the day
Then the minutes are seconds, our driver arrives.
Zero hour! How time flies! Now we are on our holiday.
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
I thought I would start writing some poetry again to keep my skills sharpened ready for the next month-long challenge by Robert Brewer on Writers Digest.
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