My 10p Vietnam poetry notebook - Series 01
Greeting card poems, made for travellers.
Alone you might start,
Meeting plenty, chasing hearts.
Free falling rivers, skies and green
Exploring outsides left unseen.
From flight into the middle part,
You capture different sights and art.
The ones you meet you know are true,
As they share their stories to guide you.
But this journey was always your own,
Share it with me, when you get home.
01.2
In a world that holds no boundaries,
In a who that holds no fear,
Take the empty seat of a stranger,
Until life becomes so clear.
01.3
An Idea,
A ticket,
A dream comes true.
Never ever did I think,
It would lead me to you.
01.4
Though we may not be from the same place,
Or heading the same way.
The moments of our travel romance,
Shall exist in my heart,
Every single day.
01.5
You were never like me,
You always wanted to explore,
Please stay safe while on your travels,
See the world and so much more.
01.6
Everyone must travel,
At least once in their life.
I’ll help you put on your backpack,
And watch you board your first flight.
Know that when you return,
Still here I will be,
Ready to hear of your experience,
And all of the things you have seen.
About the Creator
Jodie Knowles
My names Jodie Knowles. Every morning I wake up and write out 3 pages of whatever comes to my head. Doing this brings me peace, it’s my ritual, a place where I explore the ideas that come to me and from there I create.
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