I’m a traveller,
and my words spread far and wide;
my books travel on.
There is desert sands,
the wind blows its poems there,
for those that will see.
13-07-23 travellers and wind blown poems
Tag: travel
Sun 03/05/20 Eggs, Noise and Dream
Out to buy some eggs,
Lucky too, I did get some,
And enjoyed the stroll.
There’s noise from outside,
The clatter of a tail gate,
And peoples voices.
Sunday morning wakes,
Crying baby can be heard,
Or, is that a dream!
Mon 27/04/20 Corona Virus
Corona Virus,
Go now, disappear, be gone,
And let us be free.
The things we all miss,
Like walks outside, and travel,
Or chatting with friends.
Thank you, health workers,
For all you’ve done and still do,
God bless and keep you.
Sat 25/04/20 I am Just Waiting
I am just waiting,
For fortune to shine on me,
And rest in its glow.
I am just waiting,
For my dream job to come home,
I’ll write and travel.
I am just waiting,
For the pennies all to roll,
In unending streams.