We trade a ten night cruise
for five nights in a tent,
the lap of the sea for frogs at dusk
and cackling birds at dawn,
a four berth cabin with attendant
for a leaking air bed and sleeping bags
and Pacific Long Island Ice Tea Cocktails
for tea in an enamel mug.
Bye bye French Noumea, tropical Port Vila,
hello lumpy-ground Mount Warning
It would be marvellous to wax lyrical
over the family fun that a Coleman tent may bestow,
but the comparisons are shallow and the ocean is deep.
Had the cruise not been at our finger tips
a holiday destination promising excitement and mystery.
It’s like downsizing from a mansion
to a five bedroom house with bling.
The house would be a dream
if there never was a cruise.
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