Keswick is large, but not Bed & Breakfast;
Rather, an Inn or resort.
Very expensive, old English style;
Fox Hunts with Hounds and the Horns.
Having retired, and part of the Perks,
The company let us a weekend.
My wife and I chose, that close to Easter,
When Winter weather averts.
The people outside were hitting at balls;
Inside, the Hounds came a-running.
The doors were left open,
So in they came groping
For treats and snacks or such gifts.
After the shouts and the ushering out,
A staff member of restaurant then told us:
The Easter just passed
The staff had amassed
To hide Easter Eggs for the children.
But the Hounds were released,
And there was a feast;
For Fox Hounds can find the eggs best.
And now, here they come,
Before on their run:
Not for Bunny, but the Easter Egg Quest.
©2013, Marvin Welborn
9 December 2013
Poem’s Score: 3.6