On annual pilgrimage are we
South southwest with the family
With blow-up boat, a son and daughter
Just itching to get on the water
Their families love Baba’s ferry
To take them ‘cross the estuary
Filling the boat with buckets and stuff
Until I tell them “That’s enough!”
Back from the beach it’s ices all
“Lick them quick or drips will fall!”
Little ones with messy faces
Having fun in this great oasis
A place of memories galore
Next year we’ll be back for even more!
(The only thing to spoil the view
Is windows streaked with seagull poo!)
Christopher almost 5 years ago
A lovely poem, Neville. It sounds like you're enjoying your travels.
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Thanks Christopher. Yes, we’re having a great time, as usual. 🙂
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Thanks Drew. It’s amazing how much those critters carry behind their bomb doors!