Travels In Thought Poem by Denis Barter

My thoughts sometimes wander to places I've been:
Or, in my imagination, to places never seen.
With no restrictions, and no baggage to pack,
In an instant of time, I can go and come back!

I will close my eyes then clearly visualize
Any scenic beauty: there's no need of eyes.
Leaving the real world, be it dirty or grim,
Can gaze on wonders, whatever my whim!

I'll sometimes greet old Friends to say Hi:
So great to see them again; glad they drop by.
The moment, though delusory, remains enthralling:
Perforce it is short; with other demands calling.

I can join boyhood heroes of adventure tales:
Sail the oceans seven, under billowing sails.
Fly through the heavens, in a hot air balloon:
Returning to earth with a bump: all too soon!

I can fight anacondas, with my bare hands:
Join expeditions to far off foreign lands:
Chat with tribal leaders, to right all wrongs;
Or enjoy a camp fire to sing rondolet songs.

I'll invent devices to benefit all mankind:
Add new medicines: they'll be easy to find.
Concepts are endless for inspired creation.
Imagination wholly sufficient for total expiation.

Our wandering thoughts, emanating from dreams,
Allow us great freedom to manufacture schemes
Whereby exotic worlds and situations are close to hand:
For in an instant of time, we depart to another land.

So wander at will to wheresoever you'd go:
Travel quickly as light beams, or travel slow,
You're free to go whither and where you choose
There's no need to worry, you've nothing to lose!