We used to discuss travel
in increments of pre-measured time and length,
primarily hours and miles;
an eight hour flight across the Atlantic,
five hours to watch
the waves roll from West to East,
ninety four hundred miles to find out
Joey’s just another name for road kill.
But, now we can go
from Atlanta to New York
in the push of a button and three clicks.
It’s the same to England,
Montana, Slovenia, Japan, or
a nudist colony on the moon.
We ride the backs
of spring loaded mice,
no peanuts, coach or first class.
Jet lag has turned into
Chronic Finger Spasms, and
flight attendants
are sorely missed!
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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bravo . . . i think my hand is permanently distorted to the contours of my mouse (mouse-paw) . . . now it gets spasms of unfamiliarity on the steering wheel . . .
ahh so true, the world seems so much smaller to me with the computer in front of my face, and anywhere I want to go just a few clicks away. But I miss running through the airport, jumping over people, and falling into my seat just before the door closes......I used to travel a lot......
yess... so well captured!
Train travel and air are my favourite ways to go, but I guess the internet runs a distant third.:) Good poem as always, Pat.
Yep, the world's moving too rapidly for some. I hunger for the days when travel was an adventure, the world had not all already been discovered, and computations were something one did in their head, not on a calculator or on this darn time-consuming device!
So true,and I like this so very much! I'm adding your blog to my links. Hope that's okay.
Thanks guys. Hate flying, never been on a train, guess my favorite is running around at night in my tennis shoes looking in windows! Damn! did I type that out loud?? Pris, thanks for coming by! I would be honored, and I'll add you to mine.
oh, but isn't it fun!
oh those uniforms :)
floots, you're right!
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