… Maureen Clifford © The #Scribbly Bark Poet ...
He
took off on a mystery tour along the beaten track
three
hours to head around the world – to get there and get back,
but
first things first, ‘twas something new and he must be prepared …
the
essence of a tuna hot pot drifted up the stairs.
He
thought that he might sneak a bit and stash it in his pack
always
good to have sustenance, a little midnight snack.
A
mournful cardboard pig stood watching silent from his desk
its
eyes appeared quite questioning. Would this bloke pass the test?
He
showed enduring promise; he had spirit but was young
and
typically as most kids do he thought this would be fun.
You
can’t put ancient wisdom onto shoulders newly formed
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| MARKET DAY... painting by Edwin Lord Weekes |
and
bright ideas have never yet kept a cold body warmed.
His
head was filled with pictures bright of vastly different shores,
bazaars
and deserts, camels, mules and pyramids and more.
Rich
red and tasselled carpets woven there in dusty streets
where
men in jalabiya strolled and people meet and greet.
Arabian
nights had filled his dreams more nights than he could count
and
somewhere in those desert dunes galloped his Arab mount.
He
was only a little bloke – but oh he dreamt big dreams
and
who’s to say where they might lead – if taken to extremes.
Did
Lawrence of Arabia whilst resting in his bed
have
dreams of glory visualized and running through his head?
Each
journey of discovery that has ever been made
perhaps began with little
boys whose dreams, life’s path conveyed.
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