Metro Carpet Ride Poem by Albert Price

Metro Carpet Ride



When you wonder why I soar beyond the sky,
Feel free to inquire and a secret will be told.
It’s a mystery to me but I’ll give it a try,
And unfold for you a story that’s ages old.
Two score years ago did a magic carpet emerge,
And Metro was the name its weaver chose.
So now I go anyplace that my heart has the urge,
Even up high as the sun to see how the world arose.

I can circle the moon eating icy clouds with a spoon;
Stars I can hold like glowing diamonds in my fingers.
But still the sky begins to darken way too soon,
When the day is done and the night looms and lingers.
Nevertheless there’s fun in the light of the moon,
As my flying carpet goes circling above Katmandu.
I’m loving every twinkling of this charming boon,
As I dream of new wonders and worlds to woo.

Monday, September 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: magic
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 05 October 2015

A magical poem, Albert. Thanks for sharing

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Albert Price 05 October 2015

Appreciate the compliment. I think I was captivated by a movie recently watched about the Tales from a 1,001 Nights.

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