Somewhere Elns: Poem by Sherry Painter

I wish I was somewhere lens,
Anywhere lens other than this boring town tucked in the middle of Florida,

It is all sand, sun and sea,
And I had enough of sand, sun and sea.

I want to get a R.V and just drive, and drive and drive.

I want to go see:
Big, snow covered mountains.
Out West and see'em big Jack-rabbits my grandma had told me about,
To see cactus scattered desert.
To see the big, vast open valley of the Yellow Stone.
To see the forests,
To the snow-covered trees,
To the darkly rich green.
To go see Niagara Falls,
To see the rushing waters, and the sharp rocks below.
To go see the Grand Canyon,
And, my, would it be grand, with its orange/yellow grounds,
From as far as my eye's could see,
To see the rapped water, rushing fast below me.

All of thoughts places seem mighty fine to me right now,
But since I can't leave this vast state with the sand, sun, and sea, I just have to wait and keep on dreamin'...