Holiday Time

Holiday Time *


The creaky gate is

Silent now

From the swinging children

Who had entered

In to retrieve

That out-bounded ball.

No more sandwiches slip

Between the mesh of the fence.

Parents, pressed and stressed,

Do not stride upon

The asphalt that

Has borne the same kind of cargo

For decades.

Teachers no longer

Stand sentinel

As students file out to

Awaiting family cars.

School yard comes to rest,

It’s holiday time.


* Holiday time would be described as vacation in some cultures.


Simon C.J. Falk 24 September 2016

Lisa Outdoors

Hike More. Camp More. Swim More.

Richard Foote Art

The Unique Art of Richard Foote

Moira McAlister

Writing about Reading and Reading about Writing

Salini Vineeth

Fiction writer

A Hundred Quills

There's a new sun burning, and soft fruits ripening, my precious grizzled tresses tumbling, Dylan's humming 'The times they are a changing', these parting verses are mere shadows merging ...


An Empyrean Cycle

Dr Kate Gregorevic

Virtual verse from a viewpoint

Daydreaming as a profession

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

Virtual verse from a viewpoint

Asha Seth

Award-winning Indian Book Blogger



Monica Applewhite

Virtual verse from a viewpoint

Ailish Sinclair

Stories and photos from Scotland


Pen to paper

The Light Behind the Story

Seeking the magic and light in life's journeys

%d bloggers like this: