Packing Endless things In the event of things That may or May not Happen. Clothes for rainy days Sunny days Cold nights Warm nights Upstairs Downstairs Back upstairs forgot the toothbrush Downstairs forgot warm socks Back upstairs So much effort for Two nights on our own In a field next to Alpaca’s And a camel called George. It rains torrential rain Then thunders Then the sun comes out again. On our misty van back window You write your name With a smile on your face So proud of what you’ve done And in that moment the effort Pays off. We explore Cook food Wash up Find the toilets Discover the rope swings You draw endless drawings I whizz you around on the picnic blanket like a magic carpet You shriek with laughter We make a campfire and toast marshmallows And then it’s time for your bed. You fall into a deep sleep I’m totally shattered. I sit by the fire In a daze of the day And listen To people chatting Corks popping Music playing I see people around their campfire Laughing together Tiredness sweeps in I close the van door with a loud bang as it’s the only way to shut it. You keep on snoring The noise of other peoples evenings drifts around the van I roll into bed And wait for unconsciousness.
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