The Tourist., by Robin Goodwin Subscribe to rss feed for Robin Goodwin

Thousands of tourists come to these shores.
Many of them have not been here before.
The ships they arrive on are massive and grand.
To afford this fine trip for a year they have planned.

They arrive in the town and are escorted away.
To various locations for a fee that they pay.
There amazed at the beauty and wild life they see.
The people are friendly and will offer them tea.

Some times in there thousands  they arrive in one day.
But only a short while will most of them stay.
They walk on our roads as if they were pavements.
Causing chaos for drivers who will stop in amazement.

Forty thousand will come to these shores in a year.
To see all our wild life that are plentiful here.
All sorts of penguins with their nests on the ground.
Will soon have the tourists all flocking around.

Many have not seen a real penguin before.
As they watch them come in from the sea to the shore.
Cameras are ready for the  pictures their taking.
The guides are all smiling at the money their making.

The visit all over they go back to their ship.
With wonderful memories of such a fine trip.
A place in the wilderness and not all that large.
The Falklands where nature is firmly in  charge.
Posted: 2010-07-15 02:04:36 UTC

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