Poem 14 of 230: NIGHT OR DAY?!
In the far north of Sweden
(A "Land of the Midnight Sun”),
A strange thing chanced upon me -
And I’ll tell you, just for fun.
Got off a train late-morning
(Had to catch same one next day)
And trudged far to the Youth Hostel -
Paying for a one-night stay.
I spent the afternoon sightseeing,
Then, after a latish dinner,
Returned to my own small bedroom -
The comfy bed proving a winner.
For I soon dozed into dreamy sleep -
Waking what was just two hours hence;
But my watch was an analogue,
And night or day I couldn’t sense!
I quickly packed all my things
(My train an hour or thirteen on)
And hurried out the bedroom -
The bright sky a sneaky con.
I wandered down the track a bit
(The Hostel office empty),
Before a smiling helpful local
Did kindly enlighten me.
(C) David Franks 2003
