Easter, for those whose means afford
Means a mini-break, a trip abroad
I'm impressed how my friends get around
To locations with a magic sound.
Like Honfleur, fabled Prague, Deauville
In search of sun or culture thrill
An escapade that's carefully planned
Three stolen days in foreign land.
Though days are chill, the sun now shines
Spring is late but showing signs
Of coming to the fore at last
As Brussels tourists hurry past
Down cobbled streets with chocolate wares
The Grand'place fills with foreign stares
Ah, people love a change of scene
As Europe wakes up, dons spring green!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015