My Travel Proxy
Oh yes, I know of Paris and the Eiffel Tower
I have read of them,
but I never had to go.
The Pictures of the Taj Mahal
crown of palaces I have seen,
but I never had to go.
London and Big Ben
are very old friends,
but I never had to go.
The Great Wall in China
is fresh picture in my mind,
but I did not have to hike up it.
I can feel a gondola ride
with a background of love songs
but I never strayed from the shore.
The boat ride up the Rhine
with big schooners of beer I can taste,
but that was an Oktoberfest I missed.
I know Aruba and Soul Beach
because of the water slide at the Hilton
but I got no white sand between my toes.
I have a great picture of the water slide
at the Divi Village Resort in Aruba
but I did not have to get wet.
I know about Aids in Zimbabwe
and the great dangers there,
but I did not have to go.
The cosmopolitans are the brave souls
who go so we provincials
can have the comforts of the home front.
They packed their ditty bags
and bravely trooped off
so I could watch my flowers grow.
In the warm spring sun
I give heart-felt thanks
for the sacrifices made for me.
I think of them with gold star pride
as I lie in my hammock reading
Frommer’s book on Playa de Jaco.
Dedicated to my traveling family Bob, Tunie, Mary Herman, Dorian, Magnus and the young traveling children.
Spring 2014