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Monday, March 29, 2010

the Poetry Bus veers north

This week the Poetry Bus is being driven by poetess Rachel Fox, on the theme of one's favorite word.
So many, many words! How to choose just one? May I take two or three please? They're very short. Even together they're not as big as "Wednesday", or "Bandersnatch"...


Let's go

Pack the bags lightly
fill the pockets
water the plants and feed the cats

Let's go!
by foot or by rail
we shall go where we have not gone before

Boldly
Intrepidly
Furnished with snacks.

We will not always speak the language
but we will smile.
We will not always be on the map
which we forgot on the train anyway.

There's a place down the road we haven't been before
Let's go!

Other bus stops can be found here. Have a great adventure!

12 comments:

Rachel Fox said...

This is lovely! It could be a children's book (for all ages)...I can almost see the illustrations.

x

Totalfeckineejit said...

Full of Joie de vive.I'm thinking Vimto and sandals.I'm thinking sunshine and friends, I'm thinking I'd like to go too! Alons y ! (is that right?)

Batteson.Ind said...

This is really nice stuff! so energising and up-beat! really nice.. it makes me want to get up and run about madly.. wooo hooo!
yay!

shabby girl said...

I can feel the excitement of the journey to come. Great job!

Peter Goulding said...

Furnished with snacks! What a brilliant line!

Argent said...

Peter has pinched my favorite line, but I love the whole sense of joyous adventure, of what's waiting to be discovered. This is probably my favorite bus poem this week.

Enchanted Oak said...

I want to go too!

Karen said...

Oooh! Two of my favorite words! My answer? Two more: I'm ready!

Domestic Oub said...

A lovely happy poem - put a big smile on my face :)

Barry said...

Those are joyful words. I say them almost every morning to Lindsay, which brings her to her feet dancing with anticipation.

Let's Go!

Dominic Rivron said...

What fun! I know the feeling exactly. (I've got a big map of the UK on the wall here. I keep meaning to start sticking little blobs on where we've been. One problem is what constitutes "going" somewhere. Do you have to stop there?)

Pure Fiction said...

Really joyful and crisp - makes me want to be sitting on a bus or a train heading for somewhere unknown.