Happy Holidays Poem by Mark Heathcote

Some holiday destinations
It is like returning home.
The sea tide that went out
Returns, surf and foam.

Familiar, feelings somehow
Warm, soothe aching bones.
Smile, beam, ear to ear.
Expelling - phéromones.

Carefree, holidaymakers
Barefoot to apartments
Walk as if on air.
Some have on few garments.

Others, like they're on film-set
Like they're going on Safari.
Like -they're on a camera shoot.
With both eyes starry.

Seeing that first Gazelle leap
Excitement cemented.
Some require another holiday.
They're all overexerted.