The Web Poetry Corner - John Connaughton - Mindless Touring
Mindless Touring
by
John Connaughton
There are days
When I am forever lost
To dreaming.
I soar above
The hilltops and the clouds
That form the
Landscape of my mind.
I stay there
For a time
That seems endless
Not wanting to descend
And live again
In the commonplace.
But when I return
I bring with me
The pleasures of the travelling
The sightseeing and the stay.
Memorable photographic imprints
To tell the tale some later day.