This is one of the first poems I had written in school over six years ago. It is not as refined as I would’ve liked, but it holds a dear place in my heart – for two reasons. One, because it was when I wrote this that I fell in love with writing and poetry. And two, because the dream of travelling the world is one that is burnt beneath my eyelids. Every time I close them I picture myself in a new destination and it gives me immense joy. I hope that someday I have the time (and money) to actually travel far and wide. Until then, the dream will stay alive! I wanted to share this with my fellow bloggers, hope you enjoy it!
We shall race across the field, bare legged, We shall amble through quiet lanes in old towns We shall traverse towering mountains and lakes, Not letting anything bring us down. Torn between nostalgia for the familiar, And an urge to fly to places unknown, The calling from the depths of the oceans Far stronger, pulls us away from home. We will leave no stone unturned, Walk across every unpaved path, We will unlock the mysteries of the world, Searching for the secrets that call to our hearts We have always loved the grit of the road, And the smell of the airport concourse. We have always loved the gas pedal, And the ever-changing time zones. We've got a bad case of wanderlust, For which there is only one cure, To streak across the continents, Looking everywhere, hoping to discover more.