Do you remember
Our holiday by the sea ?
When the rain tap-danced
All day and
All night
On the tin roof of the blue caravan:
When we slipped on slimy weeds
Into the cold creek;
And kept butter in a metal cage.
We caught two snapping crabs
Who scuttled away like alien dancers;
And we all went home
As pale and tired as refugees.
Then Mum said she needed another holiday
To get over the holiday –
And when we waved good bye
To our drab prison
We laughed and
Laughed,
Because its name was Forget-me-not,
And the seabirds were shrieking too
In the suddenly
Sunny sky.
Clare Bevan
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