Sitting in the airport queue
With dreams to go beyond the blue
And visions of adventure new
With flights of fantasy to run through
On camel’s backs o’er desert sand
Where flying carpets come to hand
And watering holes fail to withstand
Droughts ravaging dry the sun scorched land
Or beneath the forest canopy
Deep in the jungle, in the tree
Amidst the monkey colony
A glimpse revealed; a sight to see
And awash upon the ocean wave
Upon the crests in splendour brave
Or amongst the coral reef enclave
A marine voyage to swim and pave
Then on the prairie’s savannah shore
Where grasses stretch for miles before
O’er head on Eagle’s wings to soar
Below roam bison and wild boar
Up high upon the mountain range
With misting air and senses strange
Where icy snow capped peaks arrange
And earth and heaven interchange
Or where glacial climes beset the pole
And iced landscapes outward roll
Where penguins huddled in groups console
Or polar bears across the ice do stroll!
Sitting in the airport queue
With dreams to go beyond the blue
And visions of adventure new
With flights of fantasy so true!
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