Sandy's poem to Jacqui

One Monday morning a phone call came
from Jacqui who’d just arrived by plane.
She asked if she could stay fro a couple of days
we said of course and looked for ways
to get her from to Dunstable from Heathrow airport
and then suggested a bus be caught.

When we got to know her we found her so nice
the time as our guest going past in a trice.
We sent her to London at the wrong time of year
and for her safety we started to fear.
No need to worry for she was OK
and told us how much she enjoyed her day.

On Thursday to Stratford on Avon we went
Where a writer much better than I had time spent.
Jacqui hopped on a bus to look around
to a pub we did go and there went to ground.
When she came back there was so much to say
our time flew past for the rest of the day.

A visit to The Cotswold’s was next on the agenda
a day filled with so much wonder and splendour.
To Broadway we went and there spent an hour
Looking at architecture so much to devour.
From Stanway to Stanton and then to the Slaughters
to Bourton on the water where bad weather caught us.

Last but not least to Oxford we went
a ride on the tour bus was money well spent.
To Magdalene College Jacqui wanted to go
where the wonderful bells rang out their hello.
Next stop the English Teddy Bear Company
where it was difficult for Jacqui not to spend some money.

Then came the time to say our goodbye
with much hugging and kissing and a tear in each eye.
When the time came to step on the plane
I’m sure Jacqui could not wait to be home again.
One thing for certain and this I must say
It was lovely to have her come here to stay.

So goodbye Jacqui but on this will not dwell
as you have left us with so many stories to tell.
I’m sure that a safe journey will take you back home
to the people who missed you while away on your roam.
Next time we are in Bridgetown WA
We’ll certainly pop in to wish you g’day.

Love Sandy.

Sandy is the sister of one of my friends here in Bridgetown.
This is the poem mentioned in yesterday's post, it made me cry back in 1997 and it did the same again today.
Like I said at the end of my travelouge, the people I met and spent time with were just incredible, in fact I had nothing but marvellous treatment, people who I asked for directions, would go out of their way to make sure I didn't get lost, got of at the right stop, caught the right bus/train etc., I really was knocked out by the way I was received.

The english language is a very strange thing, my friend ad I were discussing something that we found odd, words that never get used without their prefixes, these are the ones we came up with

unkempt~~~has anyone ever told you how kempt you looked

or how ept you are~~~

or how couth~~~~

or even sheveled~~~

or how about membered~~~

and I am sure there are probably others~~~~

The trouble with being a parent, is that by the time you are experienced, you are unemployed.