When I'm bored,
I fly away.
Away into the sky.
I might just visit
Charles de Gaulle.
For the artwork
or a snooty tarte.
Or rather I shall
visit Heathrow.
Return again the
home within my heart..
Better yet I know
The Irish way.
Enjoy a pint or
beauty fields of green
Maybe visit Douglas,
Isle of Man.
Watch McGuinness'
bike past me scream.
Yes.
When I'm bored,
I fly away.
Away into the sky.
J.A.Scott
Sounds like you enjoy hanging in the airport better than flying if you ask me. Fun poem. :)
ReplyDeleteThe airport is a symbol of the entire country. I've done travel poems before and was looking for a new view.
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