The Gower Coast

The sun is hot – the water is cool.
He looks for crabs in a small rock pool
Then digs in the sand with his bucket and spade
With a bit more cash – we could have stayed!

It’s my second holiday in eighteen years
So what the hell – forget the tears
My back is aching – my hip is red
One more night in a blanket bed.

Tonight we’ll `wash and change’ and go to the club
He’ll watch TV – I’ll sit in the pub.
Tomorrow I go home – my wages to earn
To enable us next year, again to return.