Too soon the adventure is over
And I hear the jet engines drone
Strapped into my seat, my journey complete
As I find myself heading home
I’ll add the map to my collection
Points of accommodation marked on
In a few years time, if I feel so inclined
It’ll spark memories of where I have gone
And now in the post-travel gloom
Knowing back to work I must go
But I sit and I smile, as I think for a while
About the new things that I know
How to move round a different city
New words and thoughts of what I did
Orange beer is all right, mushroom crisps a delight
But I’m not keen on salted dried squid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome back! Have you read a Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian.. it made me LOL several times.