A poem, attempting to capture the thrill of travel... |
Travel Time This is how it is with travel - so much to say, If I start this now, I’ll finish - Come what may A few friends thrown in, special ones too Thoughts, emotions right on cue Wheels down – begins our stay A sunny land Like every day Beaches, hills even mountain peaks Driving through these roads, I wish for more weeks, To have the time, just to make up my mind, Where to go and who or what to find. And all too soon it slips away and ends – But still my mind and thoughts depends On the future, the next one and the friends. Here I go anticipation charged, engines roar This bird’ll jus soar Into the sky turning back the time Into the zone again I’m in my prime. Next day’s here, ready to ride, all set to go, Lets kickstart this trail, with the flow, Buildings, glaciers, rocks and green This just rules, Transplant your mind into this elevated scene Snow like fluff, red rock dust, Nothing seen like this before A return to this place - a must The Caldera shoots its vicious jets Its water…. But they return to it, just like pets It’s boiling, burning, Fizzing in the pools, in the seas Brought a mammal literally to its knees. Moving on now to a special place Described - with a simple face A young gun We all know him, a part of him in every one Yes every person under the sun. Some won’t admit that this is true But I’m happy to, will you? How can I paint this picture in your mind? You’ve read my words and seen whats behind- Hot sunny days, Mountain backdrop, village hills, How can I resist this line - and sweet skills. Not long there, it’s almost done Completion of this loop, it’s more than fun, Transports you to a different plane, I’m vain And more of the same It’s a game Yes more of the same – yes indeed, More exploration and reality on which my mind can feed, Because what came next was so intense Expectant airways tinged with suspence, It’s a beginning again, you know how it feels Too me you know its excitement that thrills. Humidity, shapes and lush blue sky People often move here you can see why, A butterfly Flying by In iridescent blue, Its wings like few things, beautiful Like you. Bridges, trees and high rise towers an atmosphere So clear You can feel it here. If there’s one thing you can’t describe It is that atmosphere I’ll try and confide. Windows with the suns reflectant glare A new ticket bought, an all day fare Sirens, Taxi’s in despair Vying for space somewhere out there, But from up here it looks so right Buildings tower up in all there might. So in amongst all this sound These man made objects are all around…… |