Challenge 17: “Write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time.”
To the sea
To set the scene:
The train left the station.
On August 9th, 7 pm, as every year.
Our family in one compartment
with triple bunk beds.
We are four but we manage.
We’re going to the sea!
Our village awaits
in Dalmatia, Croatia.
No bar or ice-cream.
One basic shop.In the next compartment
another family of four
travelling companions.
And then another.
I believe we have peopled
the entire carriage with our friends.
The ride will take
the whole evening, night and morning.
Then the ferry.
Then the fishing boat.
Then the village.
Our mountain looks down.
Crazy Slovenians are back.But now it’s only 7.20.
The first stop of our train.
It’s a sign.
We sit down and attack
our carefully prepared dinner:
Boiled eggs.
Vienna-style steaks.
Bread.
Gherkins.The oldest son
of the neighbours
rushes by
peeks in
stops in his tracks
runs to his compartment
and is heard to proclaim loudly
to his family members:“What a great time
Mexi Movie family
is having!”
Photos are from our destination right there. The mountain is Sv. Ilija which I finally climbed in 2009 when I was there for the last time, but not with my parents. We stopped going together in 1990. The village is Duba. The peninsula is Pelješac. I couldn’t do it now.
This made me smile, remembering my own family vacations. So beautiful! I would look forward to going there too. (K)
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Thank you, K. 🙂 It was certainly the most looked forward annual event. Better than Christmas.
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many things are better than Christmas in my experience…
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Wow, what a vacation destination. And I love the picture you painted of the journey.
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Thank you, Claudia. Some of my favourite memories have to do with this annual journey.
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That looks like quite a hike!
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Oh, Jan, you better believe it! We went up like goats would, there was no path, and down on another side of the mountain along a neat and well-maintained path. Better than the other way around.
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So wonderful to journey with a gang of family and friends. Memories to last…happy trails.
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Thank you!
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Why am I not surprised that your family knows how to have a travelling party! 😆
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Hihi, Joanne, don’t know… Maybe because it reminds you of yours? 😉
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hahaha!! goodness, no! That was definitely not my family 🙂
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I meant your current family. 🙂
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hehehe! oh … that would be true!
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hilarious ending :)) can imagine the train trip, done lots…
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Thanks, RayNot. 🙂 Some of the best moments have to do with these trips. ❤
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yes, what a memories…:))
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It does look very beautiful. I would love to climb it!
Great poem!
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Thanks, Gavin. 🙂 Last April I was taking part in the NaPoWriMo for the first time and wrote one poem every day. I wonder if I’ll do it again this year…
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Why not. It seems to be something you ar egood at. Not my forté I’m afraid
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