Travel Poems

By: MJ Whelan

Flying

Fun is the word I use

Looking down to fields below

Yard size from up here

I love the rush from rough air

Night flying can be rough

Gardens reduced to specks

Overnight Flight

The cabin is dark

The electricity hums through the plane

Soft words spoken from other sleepless passengers

Screens on throughout the place

Wanting to sleep

But not being able to

A patch of turbulence

Nothing to worry about

Leaning on your family member or friend

Trying to get a little bit of sleep

Yorkminster Steps

Round and round

75… 76…

Still more to go

Thin and steep steps

98… 99…

Walking in a spiral

Legs will be sore later

125… 126…

Hope the view will be pretty

Or this is pointless

147… 148…

Take a breather

Little over a hundred left

163… 164…

Faint murmurs of the others

Why are the steps so small?

180… 181…

This was not made for tall people

Hold the railing for support

202… 203…

So close and yet so far

Just a little more

220… 221…

Half of a hundred left soon

Keep going

244… 245…

Almost done

Just a bit more

262… 263…

The light is getting stronger

Just a few more steps

274…

275

Finally reached the top