I’ve traveled to faraway places,
Via trains on iron rails,
And Cruise ships run on fossil fuels,
Others powered by wind blown sails.
I’ve flown three generations of planes,
Propellers, jet-props and jets,
Exploring untouched wonders
That the tourist industry forgets.
I crisscrossed the South Dakota plains
Even the Polynesian Isles…
While some collected postage stamps,
I collected my unexplored miles.
The transportation in the end,
That provided my wanderlust cure…
Were my own footsteps on mossy trails
Under the tall Redwoods of Big Sur.
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