Summer Rest in Winter.

by | Nov 4, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

Stepping off the plane from the sun,
Teeth chattering away,
The lad in front exclaims a wild pun,
Wishing secretly we could stay.

From hot desert to freezing blighty,
Forever in winters chill,
The difference is not felt lightly,
Warm up! Arms revolving like a mill.

Can’t wait to see the lads down The Crown,
Drink till the last bell,
To laugh and wash away the frown,
Trying not to think of the return to hell.


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