Friday, December 9, 2016

Haworth


There’s a chill in the air,
There’s fog all around,
There’s a snowflake on my nose.

I walk slowly,
I slip.
Now I’m sitting on my bum.

I guess I should be hurt,
I guess I should be sad,
But Haworth is so pretty…

There are shops,
There are bars,
Hanging baskets full of flowers.

The night is dark,
The lights are bright.
Just enough to warm my heart.

I take a picture of the red booth,
Make a snowball,
Go back home.

My hotel is inviting,
My room is just about right.
Tomorrow the sun will shine.

I will see Haworth in the daylight,
I will visit all the sights
A tourist in lovely England.

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