My Next Trip
When I plan my next trip, I will pack a trunk and hope it will be grand. Where will I end up? I do not yet know.
Will I cross the sea in a blimp? Will I hop on a tram? Will I go two or three miles? Will I go 200? And, will I land where colts run in the tall grass? Where I can stroll on the sand and catch a crab in a trap for lunch? Where I can splash in a pond? I do not yet know.
Will I stop for 10 days? Will I stop for 20? Will I find enough different things to snack on? Will I drink milk in a glass? Will I flop onto beds of brass and silk? Will I rest on mats in the dust? Will my trip be bliss or just bland? I do not yet know.
When I get back, will I be sad? Will I brag to my pals? Will I hug my dog and cat and be glad to plop onto a soft bed that I know?
Until I go on my next trip, I will not know if it will stink or if it will be the best. But I will tell you when I get back. In fact, the first thing I will do when I go on my next trip is this: I will grab a stamp and send you a letter.