one I found that I'd written after holiday
It's a strange feeling to wake this way
Sleeping in your own bed
After you have been away
On holiday instead
You tend to wake up in a daze
Was it all just a dream?
The day is tinged with a saddened haze
Did you imagine that stream?
Did you really visit that place?
Or was it summoned up from your mind?
A little lodge, a craggy rockface
You feel almost blind
You woke up yesterday in the wild
Of Scotland, surrounded by trees
Today you wake up, with clothes piled
All over, wherever they please
With the bag you took with you
The bag? Well there's your proof
Then it was really true
And now your under your own roof
Returning home is quiet and meek
After a great adventure
This holiday, just short of a week
Has passed by in a blur
I'm overwhelmed by familiarity
But still, I miss where we stayed
But by remembering all the hilarity
The memories will never fade.
I.Sparrow
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