306 - A good night's sleep, broken by aughter's cries

A good night’s sleep, broken by daughter’s cries
(But nothing serious) at sister’s place;
The energy a good night’s sleep supplies
Is such a welcome gift in every case.
The South Wales sun showed its shy morning face
As we drove the wrong way into the hills,
Then turned around and sped westward, disgrace
Of poor map-reading added to my ills.
Maybe it was the numerous refills
Of beer the night before that slowed my eyes?
We drove all around South West Wales at pace,
To Tenby, Caldey Island, two castles.
Discovering new places is the prize;
Renewing childhood’s world-loving embrace.
Sat 7 July 2007