Last Day
Packing,
eating, resting
Trivia, art
gallery, Splendor
Bye to
Matthew the Chef
Our last day
aboard the ship.
Then Sis is
off to Lincoln
And I’m off
to Phoenix
As kids,
could we ever imagine
traveling
the world together?
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Last Day
Packing,
eating, resting
Trivia, art
gallery, Splendor
Bye to
Matthew the Chef
Our last day
aboard the ship.
Then Sis is
off to Lincoln
And I’m off
to Phoenix
As kids,
could we ever imagine
traveling
the world together?
Winding Down
Penultimate
day on the Viking Mars
Splendor is
a favorite pastime of ours
We also
learned to paint cute toucans
And we fit
doing laundry into our plans
It was
Sunday and church service was great
And we heard
that the Sea Hawks can celebrate
We ate meals
late because I had slept in
Nine hours
of sleep, what a way to begin!
Now we’re
headed for our last day of vacay
We’ve got to
do some packing on our last day.
There’s Cold
and There’s COLD
I remember
December 28th
1981,
when my
daughter
birthed into
a frigid world
of 16 below
in Craig Colorado.
And then it
got really cold,
40 below for
two weeks running.
That’s when
my carpenter husband
jumped into his
truck
and the seat
cracked,
and he could
break off his beard.
When the
heater malfunctioned
and our baby
wore a snowsuit indoors.
When a washcloth
froze in our sink.
When it made
it up to 18 degrees,
and I told
my mom on the phone
that it felt
warm.
It’s hard to
imagine, now,
sailing on
the Caribbean Sea
after two
weeks of taking in the sun
at the beach,
kayaking and tubing,
and climbing
waterfalls in shorts and tee.
It’s hard to
imagine
as I head to
Florida,
then Arizona,
then back to Colorado
what it’s
going to be like
working at
the Nature Center
where sometimes
the snow
is measured
in feet, not inches.
Cozumel, Mexico
Island
Mayan ruins
Two iguanas
upstaged the ruins
Painting
class, psychedelic Owl
Shopping,
Games of
Splendor,
and, of
course eating, eating,
and more
eating.
How will I
ever get accustomed
to life back
home?
Along in Belize
Long tender ride from ship
Long ride in bus
Long walk
Long kayaking through long river caves
Long float down river in innertubes
Long ride back in bus
Long tender ride back to ship
It will be a long-time memory.
Roatan
Today was our beach trip to Roatan.
We bumped a long in a rattle trap bus.
Of this white beach, Judy was a big fan.
Though disappointed, she made not a fuss.
Though it was windy, it was fun for us.
We bobbed in the sea and cooled off a bit.
Then went to the chaise lounges just to sit.
We met some friends and had lunch together.
Then went shopping and hoped the gifts will fit.
The day was great, regardless of weather.
Cruis’n
We are sailing the Caribbean Sea.
The water now has a blue cast to it.
Today, the wind was blowing forcefully.
I started walking, but I had to quit,
So we rested in our stateroom a bit.
We played Trivia and we washed our clothes.
We played some Splendor till I had to doze.
We ate dinner till our bellies were full.
Tomorrow’s excursion--the beach we chose.
Cruising the Caribbean is so cool.