Travel Poem

[juniperred]

Here we go again. Today's just a day for posting things I guess. Maybe that means I'll actually finish writing that story...

There's a wind blowing in my face
as I wait in the gold of the morning
there are planes to catch
and trains to ride
and seas stretching out to the horizon
I can see the Colluseum in it's time worn majesty
hear the snap of sails in

Comments

[crieshavoc]

You spelled "Coliseum" wrong, you heathen!