6 Poems About Vacation

1. Vacation Time
   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.




2. A Letter In Rhyme
   (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.




3. Look Forward
   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



4. Oh I Can't Wait
   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!




5. Vacation
   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.




6. The Vacation Problem
   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