In my heart I ache
To find the unknown
To travel the world
To be far from home.
I ache for distant ports
And of pirates and bandits
Of old Calvary forts
And cattle to be branded.
Of artists in Paris
And the Blarney Stone
I want to be careless
And forever roam.
From the streets of L.A.
To a college in Berkley
A tour of Miami
Then fly on to Turkey.
To Sidney in spring
Then on to St. Paul
They say it is best
To see in the fall.
I’d like to do tricks
With a psychic magician
Get poison ivy
Without even itching’
With sword in hand, I could
Slay me a dragon
The follow the Oregon Trail
In an old covered wagon.
I’d have dinner with Lincoln
And smoke on a pipe
Then ask him to tell me
The story of his life.
Then back to the HMS Bounty
To sail the high seas
And write the true story
And make history.
I’d climb the Great Wall of China
And dine in Nepal
I’d make contact with Martians
And sing at Carnegie Hall.
Then I’d take a vacation
They say Tahiti’s the best
And I’d plan out the future
To see all the rest.
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I know the feeling.
🙂 Thanks
I am in that moment, too. I plan to adore you real soon. 🙂
Thanks for commenting. 🙂
always have loved this one 🙂 do i have to wait for oct for “i was born on Halloween”?
I suppose Halloween would be a good time for that poem. I may just post it early for you. 🙂