Happy Travelling

I’m a good packer:  everything goes, flat and tidy, into my small
red roll-along suitcase and I manage to get everything in. Yet
I take more clothes than I need … and forget something …

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HAPPY TRAVELLING                                    

I do not lack
the subtle knack
of how to pack
to fit the rack
on the track
of train or shack
whether red or black
I stuff the sack
with shirt and slack
a sock in every crack
hunt through bric-a-brac
before taking a whack
without breaking my back
at closing the stack
then stop for a snack

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A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson