The Bliss of a Traveler

When stressful work strangles my joy,

And all chance of happiness thus destroyed,

I think to myself, how nice it may,

Be to pack up and leave for a getaway,

 

Jump in the car and turn the key,

Think of all the sights I’ll see,

Out of the neighborhood into the town,

Out of the town to drive around,

 

Find a beach just off some road,

Kick off my shoes to simply float,

Comb the sand to find some shells,

A bonfire dinner with scrumptious smells,

 

Off to the timber forests to hike,

The wind in the trees eases my psyche,

An elevation climb, blisters galore,

But the view at the top was worth waiting for,

 

Back to my car and reality–strife,

Back to the stress and rigor of life,

Finally sit at my desk and sigh,

Hoping my next holiday is nigh.

 

- Victoria Hilles

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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