21 June 2012
*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
Returning Home • Opuss № I