Stamps
Stamps, perforated passport squares,
Took me oft where I wished to be
On my own low budget world tour
Warm, safely tucked in dad’s armchair.
I loved to dream in dad’s warm chair
A young wallflower who would dare
Brave adventures safe in my head
Free from boldness, courage, and dread.
Flipping album pages happily,
On safari in Kenyan lands
Lions and leaping gazelles roamed free
Yet touched by fingers of my hands.
On expeditions I went too
Daring danger in my armchair
Reaching the South Pole without dogs
Unlike the frozen Robert Scott.
Special fun were armchair cruises
On Captain Cook’s long lime-fed trips
Skirting blue coralline lagoons
And braving windy polar seas.
Major countries - I saw them all
From Trafalgar to Taj Mahal.
I loved the sight of Singapore
And beaches of Aruba’s shore.
Ladies danced in Italy;
Belly dancers in Araby;
Hip-swinging girls in Hawaii
And clog dancers in Germany.
Over lands and seas I passed through
Many creatures passed in review:
Albatross, porpoise, and blue whales
Butterflies, lemurs, and conch snails.
As around the world I now roam
I never dreamed my acquired taste
Could leave dad’s albums drowned by dust,
Forsaken for my wanderlust.
6/17/2020
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2020
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