Nancy's Big Yonder

A friend emigrated to New Zealand. She was nervous so I wrote these words in her card.

Big Yonder is calling; adventure’s begun

28 Years wants a house in the sun.

She loosens the chains and walks to the sea

where iron bird flaps over saltypourri.

 

Boarded and seated, fed up and heated,

anxious, excited, made up, and pleated.

She sits by the window and waits for the roaring

and then she’s aloft and spirits are soaring.

 

Soon distance is gathered and knots weaken knees

as parting from loved ones is like felling great trees.

Onwards and upwards great strides in the sky

kick dust at those waving and wanting to cry.

 

Don’t look back in anger or regret where you’ve gone,

there’s more where you’re going and some where you’re from.

Surrounded on all sides you’re as safe as a cat.

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