Day 571 of the daily poems … the summer sun has been tanning the faces and arms of pale Northerners in recent days. Some have been off to even sunnier climes. Our poet Colin Hopkirk writes “In the south east of Menorca there’s a town that once was a small fishing village. Today it’s a tourist town, the fishing village now a sideshow.”
Pale Northerners
mostly grandparents and children
circumnavigate the streets
in a little yellow train
it is not a real train
there is no steam
it runs on rubber tyres
the little yellow train
rings its little yellow bell
to draw attention to itself
ten Euros is the fare
which is cheap enough
and includes a tour
with points of interest
and interesting facts
about the old fishing village
Colin Hopkirk