From my earliest remembrance,
to this hour I have maintained,
I've never been contented
with a life of the mundane.
I’ve sought to spend each day in life
in search of curious things,
like art and education,
and the richness that they bring.
I hope to write more poetry
and share my verse in print,
and with my use of written word,
paint art with shades and tints.
I’ve been to many distant lands,
but yet my heart implores,
I seek out farther mysteries,
our planet has in store.
But now my body slows me down,
like most as we grow old,
and though I try, oft I fall short,
of plans I can control.
So, to keep myself companion,
while I will myself to heal,
I’ve formed all my ambitions,
which one day I plan to reach.
Since I was just a little child
I dreamt of life abroad,
in Kenya with the Maasai tribe,
I’ve always been enthralled.
I've fancied a safari,
where the famous five are found,
a land where great giraffes stand tall,
against the setting sun.
But, it is the Land Down Under,
that is first among my plans,
and one day soon I’ll see the coast,
of Sydney once again.
My friends will come to greet me,
though a lifetime I’ve been gone,
and united we’ll share memories,
for the present and beyond.
I’ll go for walks amidst the bush,
and hear the magpie’s tunes,
I’ll stroll beside the ghostly gums;
with nature grow attuned.
I’ll tour along the Southern Coast,
drive past Apostles tall,
and see the sites of Melbourne fair,
with all its cultured draw.
Then off to Kiwi’s northern isle,
with nature’s beauty rare,
fulfilling dreams so long desired,
to glimpse the Mauri’s there.
Waitomo, with its glow worm caves,
and Rotorua’s pools,
with geysers, Eco thermal parks,
and Bay of Islands too.
As I make my way back to the states,
I’ll stop along the way,
to visit Fiji’s turquoise coast,
and snorkel time away.
I’ll learn about the culture,
and partake of Fiji’s fare,
and when I go, I hope to leave,
a part of my heart there.
The coast of California,
on my list of sites to see;
from the Wharf in San Francisco,
to the vineyards by the sea.
I dream of redwoods sure and tall:
the parks and smell of pines,
and stand amid the ancient firs,
lest they pass for all of time.
I plan to visit Florence,
where master artists roamed;
the heart of Tuscan Renaissance,
where da Vinci made his home.
I hope to cruise Amalfi’s coast,
with others at the helm,
to view the brilliance of the sights,
and others in the realm.
While in the South of Italy,
I’ll cross the briny foam,
and walk the hills in Athens,
where ancient Grecians roamed.
I dream of Amazonia,
where man has not destroyed,
and natives live within the wild,
with harmony employed.
The last one on my bucket list,
is one I’d left undone,
when first I made my maiden trip,
and I was twenty-one.
I’d hoped to see the Emerald Isle,
and England’s castles old,
Duke’s palaces and British Tate,
are marvels to behold.
I’ll drive the ring of Kerry,
and the magic Isle of Skye,
to see its Fairy Pools of hues,
and Highland’s brilliance sights.
The lush green grass of Glen Coe,
the Scottish hills await,
would be a lifelong dream fulfilled
when all my trials abate.
With this, my final dream fulfilled,
I see my list complete,
full circle with this Commonwealth,
my restless feet at peace.
But ‘til that time when I am healed,
and I can travel far,
I’ll dream of lands beyond my reach,
and one day touch the stars.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
