Saturday 7 April 2018

Memoir


The motel was usual enough:
It had: hot sand, cool pool, green bananas, fresh blades of grass, and colourful tree leaves.
My family and I did what families do sitting under the rotunda,
swimming in the refreshing pool, inventing a 'kids club', playing cards.
Having fun doing nothing important.

1 comment:

  1. I love your descriptions in the first part of this poem, Eli.

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