We drove out of the caravan park fast
Or else I’d have to swim with my daughter
In the open-air pool, drowned out by blasts
Of cheesy pop from very loudspeakers
Hi-de-hi campers, hi-de-ho chavvers
Took the steam train to Swanage by the sea
But no cruise round the cliffs; the strong breezes
Meant boat rides cancelled. Try again Monday
Corfe Castle and its village, so pretty
The hilltop view lit by the sun at last
The green landscape, drunk on daily downpours
Stretched out, an endless quilt in front of me
The broken castle’s echoes of the past
Where now lies peace, once knee-deep in slaughter
Sun 10 Aug 2008
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