Do you like camping in Wales?

Question

(Not a poem - just a way of getting a message to all those who know me....so no critique needed or expected)

Back from a field in sunny Wales

That's an oxymoron, as you can guess.

Never seen so much rain

Well, not unless

you count the last time we were there.

The beauty of Wales

is exceedingly rare

but

an umbrella

a raincoat (with jumper underneath)

wellies

and a hat

rather lessens the effect of that.

Coupled with the rising mist

It really makes you

want to go and get

- some comfort food

Hence, now I'm fat.

What'dya think of that?

Back in England

I survey the scene...

House is comotose,

neglected,

and worn

(no difference there, I suppose).

Soon made worse by piles of

soiled holiday clothes

on the floor and chairs,

irritating muddles everywhere.

Unread mail (mostly junk)

Waits to be sorted through

Kept or chucked.

Freezer needs a desperate de-frost

I stand there looking lost -

that works

for my dear one asks

'Is there anything I can do?'

(You know, he and I make a

brilliant crew)

So, girding up our loins,

with noses to the wheel

lots of elbow grease

and nerves of steel

We shout 'Let's go!'

And like commandos on a mission

we soon restore the status quo.

But

All the while I am itching

to get back to you.

My friends here on Answers!Yahoo.

(a jumper is a sweater)

Hello Everyone, I'm glad to be back

Answer 1

A terrific slice of life poem.  I rather enjoyed your cliches, because you and your dear one were about to embark on that most mundane of missions -- house cleaning -- and what better way of commemorating it than with phrases that are similarly time worn.  I love the fact that you may not even make such decisions consciously but that you invariably choose the right one.  The sign of a good poet...as is the subtle use of interspersed slant rhymes to mark the ends of syntactical units.  All in all, a lovely and enjoyable read...I can only imagine that "sunny Wales" will be even less so without you...

Answer 2

welcome home Granny, Missed you!

Answer 3

Welcome home Grannyjill!

Two comments:

1. What are wellies?

2. Are you aware what the term commando means in America? (Hahaha!)

I thought it was a poem...

Answer 4

Welcome back.  This is a delightful travel journal for me; I live in Sunny Southern California, and we are fighting the heat not rain.  Your poem is too good for cliche's:

~~~

So, girding up our loins,

with noses to the wheel

lots of elbow grease

and nerves of steel

~~~

Each of these you can sweep under the rug and find fresh, new expressions that say the same things in your own words.

Delightful journey!

T.

Answer 5

Now that you have completed necessary domestic tasks, your Muse awaits. Holiday time has ended; it is time to get back to work on poetry.

Answer 6

Hello Grannyjill I missed you and your wonderwords - a very fine Travelogue Diary snapshot there. I hope you can spare some more time and inspiration to post. Cheers J  

Answer 7

A damp welcome back from 'sunny Lincolnshire'.  ;-)

Answer 8

Nice to see you are back

in cleaning mode attack

nothing like a fine holiday

to make you want to stay!

Stay away from another

fine holiday...

Answer 9

Oh.  Wales.  I thought this was about whales.

Answer 10

I would love to go there! welcome home.