poetry friday…”Travel”

Today, I am on my way to Boston! 

I am traveling with my 3 daughters, and 2 almost-daughters, and 1 dear friend.  We have crammed ourselves into a van and are off on a road trip to the East Coast for 2 weeks!

We are going to see Old Boston and ride the swan boats, and go whale-watching and eat lobster and walk across the bridge in Concord where “the shot was heard round the world.”

We are going to New York City to gaze at art masterpieces and crane our necks at skyscrapers and see Lady Liberty and Ground Zero and bike around Central Park and drool over miles of books and giggle over outrageous shoes and walk across the Brooklyn Bridge and feel the magic of Times Square at night.

We are going to Philadelphia to stand in the place where Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson figured out how to declare ourselves free and independent, and look at that old Liberty Bell, and munch on hot pretzels.

We are going to Washington, D.C. to glory in the monuments and the Capitol and exotic embassies and fabulous ruby red slippers. 


 We are going to ride a lot of subways and also wear out our shoes walking.  We are going to dither over what to buy and collapse at the end of each day.  It will be such a great memory.


I will not be blogging while I’m gone, unless I manage to put a few pictures up…we’ll see.  Meanwhile, I’ll give you this poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, who apparently loved to travel!


The railroad track is miles away,
   And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
   But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn’t a train goes by,
   Though the  night is still for sleep and dreaming
But I see its cinders red on the sky
   And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make,
   And better friends I’ll not be knowing,
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
   No matter where it’s going.