The Globe

It sat on Miss Ruth's desk, a sphere of intrigue and wonder. 'Twas a globe that in my reveries I'd gaze at and ponder. It depicted marvelous vistas that seductively beckoned me, And lit a fire in my youthful soul for places I yearned to see! How my free spirit longed to escape her penetrating eyes, And sail upon the foamy seas or soar thro' pristine skies, To mysterious far-away lands of which I could only dream. The globe hypnotized me as it basked in the sunlight's beam. Ah! To scale the heights of Mount Fuji in beautiful Japan, Or travel the rugged Khyber Pass in mysterious Pakistan. To glide past ancient, majestic castles on the River Rhine, Or visit holy places where Jesus walked would truly be devine! I daydreamed about a safari to the nation of Mozambique; I pined to see Mount Pelee Volcano on the Isle of Martinique. The Egyptian Pyramids along the River Nile I must also see, And Holland's windmills, tulips and its famed Zuider Zee! What exotic places Casablanca, Istanbul and Athens must be! And I want to see the lovely islands of the Caribbean Sea. With glazed eyes I'd fantasize about world-wide expeditions, 'Til she'd wake me from my trance with scorching admonitions! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)