I remember quite fondly
My first lesson in geography
When to a map I was introduced
A fierce curiosity it had induced
Within me to identify places new
I wanted to explore those places too
Seven continents and oceans five
On the map my dreams came alive
Places with names unpronounceable
I took them all in, glued to my table
Exotic and mysterious they appeared
I might never go there- was what I feared
Unable to realize my dreams of distant travel
Maps of all kinds I continued to unravel
I built my stories around them, as if I had seen
The places to which only my imagination had been..
The greater the obscurity of the place, I must say
The more I dreamt about traveling to it one day.
But wishes are wishes, rarely fulfilled
I travel but that yearning has never been filled
To travel to exotic places, as remote as can be
I still study maps, quite longingly
The desire to be footloose is strangely appealing
From time to time I get that restless feeling
Then I study a map and start planning ahead
A vacation, though the concept often stays in my head
Who knows, maybe the next time my post here
Is from the Easter Islands, trembling before the Moai in fear..
Until then I study maps with my five year old
And watch his infectious enthusiasm unfold..