The Right Column
Warm and Sunny


Urge to
Travel
  
  When the voice of the poem is speaking
   it tells me all that it is wanting to say.
  It isn't benign, it demands that I rhyme
   and put rhythm in to convey
      a beat 
        rat-at-tat-tat
      and a complete
    feeling 
        to tuck into your hat
     to embroider on your mat
       to use
      on a bus when you wish
    you were back home
     in that green woodland
   that you grew up in
       and it is always the Eternal Springtime
   of your happy well-being
          young forever.
   always free.
        
     10 hours to Philadelphia?
      3 more hours to NYC?
      4 more hours home.



Tree, 
by Conn. river, 
  in NH, 
  near VT