Travel Lust

I lust to travel, the world, so grand As I hold, this ball, in my hands I slide my fingers along the lines And dream of the place my index finds I imagine, myself, near and far The oceanic floor to the northern star I enjoy my daily, equator stroll And sliding from the north to South Pole The black, red and Mediterranean Sea North America, the land of the free Anywhere outside or in between You'll more than likely find me On a plane, wrapped in clouds To New York City with crowds and crowds Icy North Pacific to west Palm Springs From whales to shells, falls to Streams A trip to London for a spot of tea Then off to Madagascar's magnificent trees An Asian vacation for authentic fried rice Then across the rio grand for a little spice At the end of the day, I embrace a hotel An Irish castle or humble hay bale It matters not, where I rest my head The world's a book, it must be read