Unreal Summer

I wrote this poem for a competition on one of the websites I publish on.  I know it's not like much of the stuff I've written. But it was fun to write, I think it's fun to read  and for a little while, it's fun to imagine this unreal summer.

On November 27, 2012 I linked this poem to Open Link Night at dversepoets.com

To the moon I said

For our summer recess

If for no other reason

Than to feel weightlessness

We'll jump over a crater

And grab some moon rocks

as souvenirs.

 

But, said the boss

The cost is high

The risk is great

And the temperature is

Oh so low at night

Why don’t we we stay local instead

And see what our world has to offer

 

we flew to London

To see Big Ben

And castles

And knights

We saw a princess

But nary a queen

Appeared

 

From there we took a train

Through the ocean

To Paris and around

We ate croissants

And drank some wine

We learned to speak French

And we saw the Eiffel Tower.

 

We toured and saw

Glimpses of the past

From Vatican City

To the Rock of Gibraltar

From the white cliffs of Dover

To the hills of Transylvania

We saw it all, soaked it up

 

We raced through small countries

Monaco and Lichenstein

one day saw them all

Then off to the east

the land of Haiku

We watched a tea ceremony

pretended we were Samurai.

 

Off to the wall

Extending into the distance

As far as we could see

Then into Russia

We rode on the steppes,

thought we were Cossacks

As we headed back west

 

There really was nothing

Rotten about Denmark

The people were grand

As we travelled their land

We headed back south

To hug a Koala

We saw the Southern Cross

 

Mountains like tables

Lakes long dried up

Africa gave us

Safaris and diamonds

we talked to the locals

So similiar to us

Looking for peace and love

 

One last stop

To go through the canal

Then off to the beaches

And parties of Rio

We headed back north

Towards the pole

The summer turned into fall

 

Finally back home

We arrived around noon

It really was great

To see what we saw,

to do what we did

But next year I think

We'll go to the moon.