Travel and Transport Poems
By Josie Whitehead
Stockholm - Sweden's Capital City
By Josie Whitehead
Memories of . . .
Rushing streams and tall green trees;
Of burning sun and cooling breeze;
Wooden houses, gaily painted;
Brooms and baskets decorated.
Splendid churches, red bell towers;
Sunny gardens - lovely flowers!
The archipelago's close by
With sailing ships and gulls that cry.
Swimming in the clear cool lakes;
Drinking coffee, eating cakes.
Ships and shops and chiming clocks;
Sandy beaches; lots of rocks.
Travelling on the wooden trams;
Blonde-haired babies in their prams.
Buying cards and eating ices . . . . .
Trying not to think of prices!
Singing birds and silver birch;
Sipping tea next to the church.
Everyone is eating fish - - -
And everyone speaks English!
There's only one thing left to say:
'In Sweden we would love to stay,
But England calls us to return,
There's work to do, money to earn.'
Our holiday’s been really great,
But friends and family now await,
So goodbye Sweden we must say,
But we’ll be back another day.
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NOTE: Have you ever done a home-exchange or a hospitality exchange holiday? It's a great way to see a country and to learn a bit more about it. So, one year, we did a hospitality exchange with people from Sweden. Oh, it is a holiday I shall never forget. How they enjoyed seeing places in our beautiful area of Yorkshire and how we enjoyed seeing all the things I've mentioned in my poem. Steig did a wonderful picture of our house with my old Morris Minor sitting in the drive, and I tried to think of something to give him, of myself. I wrote the above poem and it was the only poem I'd ever written since my little poem called 'My Garden' when I was 11 years of age. It opened a door to writing but I truly discovered my gift when I met children in my local school some years later. Thank you children. Josie