Felix Hecht


Travel - Poem by Felix Hecht

sitting in my room one day
and you know those kind of days
nothing to do- all alone
suddenly it came to me
why not go and travel?
my parents weren't home so I didn't ask
and when I was in Rome I noticed I forgot my toothbrush

Standing there in sunny Rome without toobrush and permission
I realized I don't even speak Italian
A pidgeon dropped on me what she had yesterday
so I decided anyways this isn't a good place to stay

Standing now in Egypt here and looking at the desert
I realized I don't like sand in my shoes
a group of hundred men showed up and started loud to pray
so I decided anyways this isn't a good place to stay

Standing on the Eiffel Tower and looking at the city
I realized it's pretty windy and I've been here before
A pidgeon crossed my way
And although she didn't dropp I decided this isn't a good place to stay

Standing in front of Buckingham Palace and messing with the guard
I realized he doesn't move so I turned away
While turning around one more time I saw the guard run towards me and words left his mouth you don't even want to say
so I decided anyways this isn't a good place to stay

In New York City now standing on Manhattans tower
I realized I needed cash but how to earn it at this late hour?
I started to dance and yell like the dudes in the desert
when somebody yelled hey!
With 26 policemen pointing guns at me I decided anyways this isn't a good place to stay

I could tell you how I liked Vancouver in the fall
Or when I got caught climbing the chinese wall
India is packed!
In Russia I got sacked!
Just for asking by the way in Moscow where's the Broadway?
Turkey, Greece and Poland
I even got kicked out of Holland!

So I decided to go home my parents might be back
suddenly -and pretty rude- I get up laying on the floor
with my fingers on a map pointing at a place called Samoa

That's why I love to travel!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 6, 2011



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