Here is a poem written about our summer holiday. It was the worst holiday we have been on as a family. Possibly the hardest holiday I've ever had. But one amazing feature of the holiday were the children. They were fantastic! Always hopeful, always optimistic, full of patience and good humour, always helpful and caring.
Arran played the hardest game of football he has ever played yesterday. He was cold, wet and muddy, he felt really low and his team let him down badly I think. But he made a real job of being in goal. He stuck it out. He dived hard into the mud again and again and saved many difficult shots.
I was so proud of him.
Anyway I hope you like the poem.
Drive them to a mountain stream
Drive them to a rocky beach
Bring them to a mountain path
Bring them to a white sandy beach.
Give them thirteen hours
in the back seat of the car
with a book, a pillow and a toy monkey.
Give them a steamed up window
to play noughts and crosses on.
Bring them a two-hour traffic jam
diverted at midnight on the M6.
Show them a couple of sheep in a field.
Show them a sparrow,
a shipwreck and a standing stone.
Bring them biscuits for breakfast,
hot chocolate for lunch
and chips for dinner.
Show them grey skies
and a thin seam of silver light
stretching over a Loch.
Show them swallows at dusk.
There are eagles in the hills.
Make them sleep in a broken tent
with three inches of water
at the bottom.
Tell them this is a holiday
Leave them on a rain-drenched beach
for two hours
until their hands and toes turn blue.
Tell them it will be better tomorrow.
Buy them fishing nets and a football.
Make them set up camp
three times in four days
in hard wind driven rain.
Don’t let them see you cry.
Show them flowering Lichen
Orchids, Rock Rose,
Cotton Grass and Heather.
Let them drink mountain water
from Sphagnum Moss.
Show them a rainbow
stretched across the island
we are leaving.
And watch a light
shine from their wind weary faces.
And watch their smiles lift you higher
than all the rain grey clouds.
© David Loffman