Postcard Wishes
By Bill Kirk
Just got to my “room”.
There are windows galore—
On all sides, in fact,
From ceiling to floor.
A post at each corner,
In the middle, a mast;
We’ll tie off our hammocks
Oh, wow! What a blast!
We’ll sleep in “plein aire”—
A canopy above.
We four happy strangers—
Hey! What's up with the shove!?
What do you mean,
Those "shoves" are a gale
And our very large tent
Is now a large sail?
You’ve got to be kidding!
Pack up my gear?
Vacation is over?
Wish I weren’t here....
