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open road

Words are words
And these are those
At least that’s how this story goes

Months comprised of constant travel
Days spent under foreign gavel

Time asleep at the wheel,
I took advantage, copped a feel

Masjids, Buddhas, holy mountains,
Tuk-tuk’s, rickshaws, electric fountains

Beaches, leeches cars and boats,
Incense, yoga, I hit the note

Surfing, swirling in the zone,
Lacking possessions, even a phone

A dragon, a manta, a buffalo
Where am I? Don’t you know?

Western ways and culture shock
A wary stranger, part of the flock?

Adventure found and good times had,
Pennies left, not all that bad

A genki gaijin through the door,
Pacific answered, the rest is lore

City of Jesus you gave me shelter
But weather a mess, helter skelter

Manchester mistress, an Avon punt,
I just want a beer, where should I hunt?

Rugby rituals on Saturday night,
Look, there’s an Aussie, let’s start a fight!!!

Up the hill to take in the view,
Down in Lyttleton, we’ll have a few

Round the bend, the end is here,
Glaciers, fiords all so near!

Winter be gone, spring come forth,
I’m heading out yonder, and then up north

Road to nowhere cradle me gently,
I’m taking my time, and there is a plenty.

Posted by ggithens 11:15 Archived in New Zealand

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