Poet: David V. Bush
There’s been an awful grind all year
At office or the desk,
You need a rest or you will die
As again you peel your vest.
You plan a splendid summer’s trip
Off in a balmy clime,
You’re going to have a real good rest
You’re sprinting all the time.
You take the ship and “fade away,”
You’ll rest here sure enough,
But hardly have you settled down
When up comes friend McDuff.
A social game he’ll have with you.
(No bids above a dime)
You play until the sun is up
You’re sprinting all the time.
But when you reach your camping ground
Far from the maddening throng
You’re bound you’ll get that rest you need
Not even play ping pong
But pshaw! you bump into some friends;
A mount they’re going to climb,
Of course you don’t refuse to go
You’re sprinting all the time.
You thought your work - your drudgery
Was strenuous and tough
But you awaken, all bunged up
And feeling mighty rough;
In fact by far you’re more tired out
Than at your city grind.
You left your work to take a rest
You’re sprinting all the time.
There’re many things that you forgot
In making out your trip
That you would here be on the run,
No one gave you a tip;
There’s swimming beach and rowing boats,
Each one so very fine.
You’re tempted to indulge in all
You’re sprinting all the time.
Your time is up, you go back home
As tired, as tired can be;
You call your doctor to consult
And pay his handsome fee
You don’t feel well; can he help you?
“O Yes!” his face doth shine,
“You really need a rest,” he says
You’re sprinting all the time.
(The following letter was written to coworkers while the author was vacationing in Oklahoma)
Poet: Elsie E. Egermeier
Since I left the office,
I have often thought of you,
Often thought perhaps I'd better
Write you guys a letter
Which I've planned to do.
So this morn while I am roaming
Very near to Nature's heart,
With the woodlands me surrounding
And such shady nooks abounding,
Here I make a start.
If this letter grows quite lengthy
Ere at last its close you see,
Will you patiently pursue it
Till at last you're really through it?
Think it's just like me.
That which I am now enjoying,
All I shall not try to tell;
'Possum-hunting, buggy-riding,
In a boat o'er waters gliding,
Serve their purpose well.
Oh, how warm has been the weather!
Breezes like an oven blow,
Turning waving corn-fields yellow.
Summer apples now are mellow
Nice to eat, you know.
Peaches, too, taste so delicious
And I very often wish,
As I pluck them from the branches
On these Oklahoma ranches,
That you had a dish.
Harvest season now is over;
Threshers, too, have had their day;
Papa's grain in bushels numbered
More than twenty times one hundred
When 'twas hauled away.
On the wide and rolling prairie,
Stretching westward toward the sea,
There are herds of cattle grazing;
When upon this scene I'm gazing,
It is fair to me.
Oh, my Southern, Western home land
Ne'er enticed me so before!
And the thoughts of my soon leaving
With my loved ones for me grieving
Make my heart feel sore.
But the God whom I am serving
With my heart and soul and strength,
When the time comes for my starting
Grace for the sad hours of parting
Will supply at length.
Then I shall, with courage, bravely
Enter in your ranks once more,
Thankful for my short vacation,
For this pleasant recreation
Which shall then be o'er.
Now, lest you should grow quite weary
Of these lines I've tried to pen,
I shall close my friendly letter,
Promising to do much better
Should I write again.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Vacations we all look forward
To time away
Where work stops and
We have time to play.
Vacations are to be a time
Where relaxation is found
A time for us all to rewind
And recharge our minds.
Vacations can be to
Faraway places
Or to places that are new
A time that is due.
Enjoy your vacation time
It passes by so fast
Let it be your downtime
It goes by quickly, oh too fast!
Vacation Quotes
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh can't wait until vacation time,
A break from the usual grind.
Time to relax, time to play,
Time to forget work for a few days.
Time to run off and find some sun,
And do a bit of sightseeing or just have some fun!
Time to bond with the ones I love,
Recharge my batteries and spread those wings like a dove.
Vacation time will soon be here,
I always look forward to it each year!
Poet: Unknown
Say, schoolmates, have you seen Vacation?
For I think she is somewhere near;
She is standing outside, with an invitation,
O, I'm glad enough she's here.
Of course we all like school in season,
And the hardest lessons too!
But I'd like to know if it stands to reason
We should work the whole year through?
Say, teacher, have you seen Vacation,
With a smile upon her face?
She has come to bring you recreation;
She is lingering round the place.
Of course you love the young idea
To be teaching how to shoot;
But a look from you when she draws near,
Says, "That's the idea to suit."
Say, parents, have you seen Vacation?
Soon she comes to meet you;
We've the happiest home in all creation;
We will make her welcome too.
Of course we're glad to give you pleasure,
But our lessons now are done,
And we hope you'll give us fullest measure
Of Vacation's sport and fun.
Poet: Arthur Franklin Fuller
The summer days again are here,
And make one glad vacation's near;
Where best to spend it who can know?
The list of places seems to grow;
Attractions varied, promise charms.
At sea shore points, and inland farms;
Now better not in haste decide -
Regrets might then the spirit chide...
Read the complete poem at The Vacation Problem
