Dec 12th prompt from trustingHim17: Holmes hates leaving his city. Can anything convince him to take a holiday?
Holiday
He is drawn to the city's dark places and alleys;
The nooks and the crannies;
The cobblestone streets.
The fog which envelopes the parks and the houses;
The worlds he inhabits;
The people he meets.
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The city is bustle and chaos and movement;
Perpetual motion,
It never stays still.
There's nowhere quite like it for clients and cases,
Which sharpen his senses,
And challenge his skill.
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So why is he spending two weeks near a beach;
In a rose covered cottage,
With picturesque view?
Two miles from his neighbours, five miles from the station;
Not minding at all,
That there's nothing to do.
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The answer is found in a weary physician,
Who would not concede
That he needed a break;
Could not be persuaded to leave all his patients.
Would only agree to a trip
For Holmes' sake.
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So, here are two comrades, with time on their hands
For rock pools and headlands;
Exploring the coast.
Each casting aside all the cares of the city;
Convinced that the other one
Needs this the most.
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