Miles I Have Travelled

MILES HAVE I TRAVELLEDMiles have I travelled on earth and by sea
Airliners, boats, trains and cars carried meBuses and bicycles, skates and on foot
Of movement and travel I’ve known a lotOver earth and oceans and clouds above
Felt urge to explore and all Nature to loveOn infant’s scooters I first learned to ride
Unaware of all future rides besideCycled quiet roads seeing island delight
And the slow peaceful ride in a ferry at nightI’ve enjoyed riding smooth miles on a bike
Done lots of walking but failed to hitch hikeSkimmed on ice to fall from skates and crashed
Strolled in sun, and in showers of rain I’ve dashedI’ve rowed on the Torrens and had such fun
Ferry rides on Sydney Harbour and SwanTravelled trams and buses and taxis, too
Electric blue sparks of a trolley bus to the zooI’ve shared with hundreds some days on a cruise
Roamed exotic markets new foods to chooseI’ve been on catamarans and on yachts
Hearing wind in sails and talk of reef knotsFascinated I’ve seen castles in France
Imagined ancient times and olden danceMotor boating on tropic waters warm
Exploring the green coral islands’ charmScary car-ride with a short sighted friend
Whose learner’s frailties I could not offendI’ve learned to fly in a Tiger moth old
And mastered driving a car in the coldExperienced torrid traffic hooters
Casually ridden on Italian scootersDriven thousands of distance over dry sands
And flown thousands of miles to distant landsCovered many hostile miles without fright
On steamer chugged and rolled across the BightI enjoyed the boat trip and ocean’s sight
As I’ve gone east to west and returned by flightThe great Nullarbor Plain I’ve watched glide by
Where you’ll not see a tree if you blink your eyeAs the train rushes along from east to west
Or from west to east, if it’s there you love bestLulled to sleep by rhythm of train’s strong wheels
I’ve known train-travel and the comfort it feels!Miles over desert to seek desert well
I’ve travelled short, brave trips on a camelVast stretches of deserts been seen by me
And high mountains of snowed HimalayaBeen in an olden car in high Kathmandu
Drunk with beauty of Mt AnnapurnaI’ve been alone in the old part of Kathmandu
Wishing I could have had luck to meet youWalking round London’s grey wintry city
Longed that I’d more than a day – ’twas a pityI’ve alone sped smooth in refined limousines
And free with the wind in my hair on a bikeMidst fierce storms I’ve known rough roll of waves
I’ve known the smooth quiet flight of a gliderI’ve seen the Pacific Ocean, silvered by Moon
Molten magic, whiteness in night-time gloomI’ve strolled promenade’s companionable ways
And run to get to a meeting on time some daysI’ve swum a few miles – yes, only just a few
In surf, river, pool, bay, coral isle tooClimbed the high island cliffs of Lord Howe
Walked through nature’s lush rainforest belowDived with flippers below the vast coral sea
So the underwater world also revealed to meI’ve skipped, leaped and almost floated in space
Twirled and swirled in dance in absolute graceI’ve played lots of tennis, exercised vigorous, free
I’ve bent, tended my garden and hugged a treeWalked gentle miles of botanic gardens and flowers
In botanic gardens spent many satisfying hoursExperienced Fiji in summer- tourists humid delight
Contrasting our country’s dry heat plightEnjoyed miles in markets’ exotic pleasures
Buying vivid garments and many fruit treasuresNoumea was the time to stop for languid waiting,
With scarlet poincianas my great consolationTahiti on arrival was sultry, strange, heavy, hot
Without motivation I really didn’t like it a lotI’ve sauntered down laneways and run a race
Ridden a stubborn old nag in a foreign placeI remember fond rides in the old fashioned tram
And yearned for the gipsy home in a caravanI’ve had static times and simple joys of a home
Moving as inclined as all free spirits roamI’ve danced a reel with a partner in kilts
And taken a hesitant walk on stiltsBoth polka and waltz I’ve skipped and danced
Even astral travelled as I’ve slept entrancedI’ve sailed the breezes on tropic waters warm
Waters smooth, clear with no fear of harmI’ve known hardness of bumped travel in a jeep
And suffered later in getting to sleepI’ve slept cold, alone in a sleeping bag
On a dark starry night, on a mountain cragSki lifts of Swiss alpine mountains so white
Offered beautiful views from their wintry heightI’ve flown over the white snows of the Alps
And over the eternal hard grey blue of the seaEn route to Peru’s Lima and old Cusco too
And by bus weaved our way up to Macchu PicchuSitting there at Macchu Picchu at last, quite still
Drinking in the beauty as I know you willWhen you travel the miles over land and sea
To these ancient ruins, where mists rise ethereallyI’ve heard the magic music of Andean flutes
Played in the dry high Andean MountainsRidden the heavy red earth of plantation trees
Of coffee – with an old nag as mount for meObserving the red earthed farms in Brazil
Not coffee but people attract me there stillThere’re many ways I have travelled the miles
So many I can hardly think to count…Rickshaws of orient novelty commonly seen
But mean, pain-racked the poor drivers have beenTravel by Indian pull-carts does cause a joke
Until thought is given to the poor feet of the driver blokeI love the lull of the railway click-clack
Comfort, content – going forward, not backMany the ways to enjoy past travel days
Retained by essence of memories waysExcited by travel, yet often tired out by it
New things been seen and delights often sharedThere’re many fine travel modes I’ve been shown
Yet one remains only to spacemen knownEven dreaming, my soul astral travels space
Returning at morn with smile on my faceBut the nicest movement I now enjoy
Is the pure freedom my mind flight gives meMy mind has the wings I now most enjoy
When I want to travel from here to thereMind knows no limit, no tickets to get
Passport and route by imagination is setSpirit enjoys natural thrill of travel to see
New faces, new places, new flowers and treesStrange habits and customs, landscapes galore
But after a while modern travel can prove a boreThe younger travel miles satiate our soul until
We know that it’s time to change and be stillNow instead of traveller’s strong urge to roam
Is a longing for blessed place to call homeIt remains that we access beauty of all travel joy
When stored in the wealth of our memory’s employOf the wonder, wildness, natural glory of life
We’re privileged to have known it free of strifeOur world’s now threatened in many a way
Times for safe travelling are less day by dayI’ve known many modes, movements, travelled ways
And enjoyed the many miles of my travelling daysBut perhaps best of all I like walking on foot
And being old now I desire most to stay putTime now to recline on my couch with T.V.
To let all travel experience come to me………………..To remember travel, new sights and sounds
Different strange people feet touching new ground
Nature and cities north, south, east and west
All places have a great charm of their own
As we test freedom’s wings and our heart singsMemory reminds of the wonderful wild,
The glory, the beauty of the whole world
Recalling travel delights, I lie on my couch
Mind without limit, no tickets to get,
No passport, injections or noisy jetNo effort now required for muscle, limb
No reason to worry that eyes are dim
No need rely on technology’s skill
No need to fear an accident or spill
Quite the best of all movement I now enjoy free
Is this wonderful free flight my mind gives to me!………..