From North to South
From East to West
‘Tis the smell of traveling I love best.
The fragrance of an oiled plane
The mechanic perfume of the runway lane
The smoke unfurling from the train
Or hiking in the pouring rain.
The chrome-leather scent of a rental car
The airport restaurants wherever you are
The detergent fumes that try to mar
Dry-cleaned hotel robes on the closet bar.
Whether riding on cruise ships
Or Pony Express
“Tis the scent of traveling I love best.
Notes About This Poem: Aw, what a cute ickle limerick. Yes, you can tell I had a lot of time on my hands with this one.
POEM COPYRIGHT KEELY/RHIANA 2006.
