Abroad

You may set off and take me away.
I am at last safely strapped in.
How many meters must we go to?

Ho ho!
Look at that!
I remember that tree
Fifteen years ago...
You want me to sit here and talk?
And there is going to be food?

Well look at that!
You have a beautiful
Old dog.


The horizon growls out
I am listening and seeing
Eating... everything!
Good grief the world is busy
In the middle of this remoteness...
You hand me some olives and smile.

I might venture further.
















Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-10-08 at 02:22

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm psyching myself up to go abroad myself (still not too convinced about planes!) so this made me smile :) xx
2010-10-09


existence
hats off to your spontaneity
2010-10-09


Sid Gardner
Perhaps the tree and Olives are symbolic.Memories reawakened in reality. Mmmmm I really like olives...black ones over ripe...
Nice one Jenks
2010-10-09


shells
You go girl, you sound ready for adventure!
2010-10-09


NicholasG
Oh,yes! Venture:-)
xox
2010-10-08