Holiday Life

A lifetime habit
Of travel and return 
Summer days in this country 
Are rare I have learned

So I spread my wings
In a plane, I take flight
hustling here and there
To check out the sights

This is my happy place 
During the season
I live in my caravan 
For this very reason 

Winter is so sad
Though I still have fun
In some ways glad
As I seek out winter sun 

A traveller I will alway be
Till the day that I die
My heart is for the sea
Where my ashes shall lie 

Copyright Kizzy York aka K.J.Oakes Summer 2018

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