Family Trips

  

                                                  We used to have family trips; well this is what I’m told,

See I don’t remember much, for I was barely three years old,

But in dad’s journal, that he wrote in everyday,

Is the tour guide of Germany, and the sights along the way…

I’m told there were laughs, but cries most of the time,

Since it’s not that easy, trailing three kids along for the ride,

This country was different, with a history of violence,

You’d hear morning yodeling, two gunshots then a silence,

The people were strange, and yelled out every word,

Until they started drinking, then their speech was slurred…

Every night was a different quest, to find some sort of hotel, 

I’m told we’d get lost, but would find it by the smell…

We’d often eat sausages; called bratwurst which I detest,

But it was appropriately named, for it wasn’t called “bratbest”…

I don’t remember this trip; for I was only three,

But I’m told I cried till we got home, for that’s where I longed to be…

Reviews

[Lindsey:)]

loved it!
i can relate to this alot.
very innocent, and amazing!
good Job!

[Vaughn]

speechless

[Constance L. Hartwell]

What a beautiful poem about childhood, family, and the innocence of a three year old. You told an amazing, touching story that many people will be able to relate to. Good job.