Travel BugA Poem by OtherWorldWoman
The world is wide
And big And whole and at times it can seem small but not the time when I sailed the seas until I met with foreign shore From my home with the rain and the trees and the birds to that strange and far-off land with vast deserts and cacti and scorpions and nothing I’ve ever seen before Now I’ve caught a terrible virus they call it the travel bug I wish to travel to many more foreign and far-off shores © 2010 OtherWorldWoman |
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