Mountain-Trip>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

bus edge its way up
in circuitous passage
look from window, ravine
deep, gives me goosebump
diesel engine struggling
trying to push, very slow
i have to pop my ear, deaf
getting colder as we go

we reach our destination
city of infinite cold breeze
fresh fruits, vegestables
smiling people, tourists
delicious food which i crave
check in to hotel brief rest

then walk paradise, filled my
lungs with all freshness also
my eyes with beauties around
so as my tummy to replenish
strength that fades on walk
i have fun; i enjoyed my time