open road
21.09.2008
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