Poetry by Iris Hesselden

Memories of holidays,

How precious now they seem, We need to hold and cherish them, Like some remembered dream.

Did you go walking on a beach? Or splashing in the sea?

Or did you take a Cornish trip

And sample their cream tea?

Perhaps you flew to distant lands Where life was quite unique, Or wandered through a silent wood To find the peace you seek. So treasure cards and photographs, Enjoy them as before,

And when the world is safe again Go travelling once more!

Iris Hesselden.