Thought I’d buy a world map
Mark out places I’ve back packed
Seems like a distant dream
so many places I have seen
Was part of the overland team
Into faded memories I can tap.

Yet somewhere along the way
My thoughts would often stray
To friends and a sunburnt outback
New adventures did distract
But poverty and wars had a strong impact
Travel credentials might be okay …

Knew that map hopping may
Be put aside. For I wished to abide
With familiar things each day
Where friends and weather were okay
Where I might earn a reasonable pay

Writing 201: Poetry 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor