From Robert Lee Brewer:
Well, we just made it in from Austin. 18 hours, but we’re back home, and the kids are all sleeping in their beds.
Yay!
For today’s prompt, write a travel poem. Your poem can be about the process of traveling, planning to travel, vicariously traveling through television programs, or however else you’d like to take this prompt.
Note from Victoria: After today we are 1/3 of the way there!!! Wahoo!!!
I may not have time for a new poem today so I thought I'd get this one in now. It's one of my kid poems.
ReplyDeleteWHERE I WANT TO GO
a quatrain (heroic)
I want to go to Africa and see
impalas, lions, tigers, monkeys, snakes,
giraffes, gazelles, some crocs and wildebeests.
The palm trees, sneezewood, mangroves, and the lakes.
Then on to see Australia's platypus,
the kookaburra, dingo, kangaroo,
koala eating leaves of eucalyptus
trees, Tasmania, the Outback too.
From there, I'll travel on to outer space,
but stop at Mars to see Olympus Mons,
Centauri Montes, Hellas Impact Basin
and Valles Marineris right at dawn.
To Rigel next, Orion's brightest star!
I'll travel up Orion's arm until
I get to Betelgeuse, and go as far
as we can go, and travel further still.
I'll pile up adventures and decide
where I will start, and how I will proceed;
then take my chosen book and go outside
to snuggle on the porch swing where I'll read.
what a wonderful journey!!! love it!
DeleteNice joy, wow you have such a broad knowledge and display it so very nicely. Kudos.
DeleteI don't know what happened to my comment from yesterday. It went into the ozone. I said that this was a very amusing and fun poem. I said that I enjoyed it very much. I'm sorry that it seemed as though I didn't comment because I did. It's a great poem.
DeleteIn case I don't have time to write a new one today here is one of my all time favorite travel poems of mine
ReplyDeleteEin Bahn Strasse Edit
you call shortly after your son is born
except for your young husband
you are alone in a foreign country.
Will I come for a visit?
I ask my boss for a week off
February is my birthday month,
he's from Germany, he gives me two weeks
tells me one weeks is not enough.
On the ride from Frankfurt to Weisbaden
we have time to catch up,
talk of the family, giggle,
and just enjoy being together again.
Reminiscent of our walks around our hometown
we walk the streets of Wesibaden,
with the baby in a backpack we experience the city
your son sleeps, his head nestled on your back.
It's so different from home, yet so familiar
houses built against each other
no room for backyards or swing sets
the buildings are old yet beautiful.
Die baby's kalte, one woman says
I touch his cheek warm from sleep
he's bundled in the backpack
the warm hat you knit him on his head.
We sample dark German chocolates
take turns carrying your son,
we walk until we're exhausted,
"I think we're lost," you say.
"No, we can't be," I tell you
"we've been on the same street."
"What's the name of it," you ask.
"Ein Bahn Strasses," I reply.
You laugh. "We're lost," you say,
"that means one way street."
We both laugh, ask directions,
find our way back to your apartment.
The time passes too quickly
I am at the airport leaving
announcements come in a language
I still don' t understand.
You stand their alone
in a foreign country
surrounded by strangers,
your son sleeps nestled on your back.
Wow, does that bring back memories. That was a LONGGGGG time ago. 42 years actually. I hate it when I do the math in my head without thinking.
DeleteWhat a lovely journey that was. I so enjoyed it. Thanks or this sharing, the descriptions were so cozy and so touchng. Kudos!
DeleteThe way you wrote this gave me a nostalgic feeling as if I was right there with you. I loved the way you ended it. It was so sad...
DeleteTo Travel Or Not To Travel
ReplyDeleteWhen I was young I so wished to go traveling,
wending my way on some river unraveling,
finding the scenic and glamorous byways,
seeing new vistas on broad foreign highways.
But time and my hopes did not coincide
and I ended up living my life as a bride
to husbands who wished to stay closer to home
and did not desire to ramble or roam.
So while I was able to travel a bit
My lust and my dreams still took a big hit.
However the time when I wish for new places
Is rapidly melting into my home bases
And rather than travel to here and to there
I think I'll just do it right here in my chair,
Reading and watching those folk on TV
Who do all the traveling I don't for me.
lovely story, lovely poem. You do well with rhyme and rhythm. I'm glad you got to do a little traveling in this life. I traveled the USA but I still dream of Europe and the Castles...
DeleteI did manage to travel to Italy to see my daughter for a few years, and spent a little time in Denmark where I lectured with my husband. however, that was not the travel I wished for or dreamed of, maybe in my next life, eh?
ReplyDeleteI have always had a bad case of wanderlust. I've traveled a lot but not so much lately. I think I'm just more settled as I get older. I enjoyed the poem, and yes, life tends to interfere with your plans. Sigh...
Deletemy mother always told me I had itchy feet that were unable to stay in one place for long. sometimes i miss the days i was able to get up and go whenever and wherever I wanted but now I enjoy my tea and reading a book Victoria gave me a couple years ago when I got so sick... When Wanderers Cease to Roan - A Travelers Journey of Staying Put by Vivian Swift. highly reccomend it.
Deleteuh recommend... got my fingers tangle up!
DeleteThank you my friends, I appreciate your comments, and especially yours, Linda,I think all of us are good at rhyme and rhythm, don't you?
DeleteWhen I was 12 and 13
ReplyDeleteI used to haunt
travel agencies
they didn't seem to mind
as I picked up literature.
I planned trips to Europe
planned all the things
I wanted to see
I planned visits to Spain
that would last a month
visiting relatives
in Orensa
I would talk one of them into
going to Madrid with me
to see the Royal Palace
We would go on to Seville
and tour the Royal Alcazar
Go on to Barcelona
and see the Salvador Dali Museum
Go on to visit the
museum of Pablo Picasso
which is housed in five
medieval palaces
When my month in Spain
came to an end
I would go to Italy, by boat
to see famous things like
the leaning tower of pisa
then back to France
to see the Eiffel tower
and the Louvre
On to England
to see castles
and walk through one
and more castles
in Scotland and Ireland
Now, at 12 and 13, I didn't
realize I needed money to travel.
At the end of my European tour
I would go back to the travel agency
and pretend I was
going to India or China
I wonder now
what the people at the
travel agency really thought
of me...
I would bet they were amused and hoped you actually made it to Spain or England or Scotland. I think they would have simply kicked you out otherwise.
DeleteI remember those days! you would take me with you sometimes and we would have such fun. It was those experiences that familiarized me with travel agencies and how I knew where to go to plan my first overseas trip to Germany.
Deletetaking you with me always gave me more courage to do what I wanted to do. lmbo!!!
DeleteThe yearning comes through so nicely!
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