Last day of the holidays

A definite rest-day following yesterday's 20-miler ;-)

Back to work tomorrow - and this 'last day of the holidays' poem by Hugo Williams seems appropriate ...

... it's taken from the pictured, 1994 collection:


Last Goodbyes

On the last day of the holidays
we are dying men,
remembering our lost youth
in the rhododendron trees.
We say goodbye to the henhouse,
the potting shed, the flat roof,
the island with a drawbridge.
We have our last go on the swing
with the table underneath
for launching ourselves off into space.
We swing in a great circle,
pushing ourselves away from the tree
with our feet, till we spin
giddily back to the table again –
all afternoon, till it is time to go.
On the last day of the holidays
we stand completely still,
waiting for the taxi to come,
remembering our lost youth
in the rhododendron trees.

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Hugo Williams (1942 - )