Memory

This is a poem I made sometime ago based on what I felt back when I left vacation at my home country:

In a great metal bird, of best breed.

Ones ear vibrates below, a landlubber.

Sounds come to the ear to feed.

Blue is Atlantic Ocean, whales fat blubber.

Air; Land to sea I’ve travelled with glee.

He could leave now or go later by jet.

He left now, the plane went SWOOSH

Jet be fast, weather be harsh, risky I bet

Moderate, safe to fast, danger I shouldn’t push

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

Arrive safely, happy I shine.

Meet relatives was more then fine

Dancing I am, on cloud nine.

This country is truly mine!

Leaving I frown in the boat line.

Hark at him his friends tored

On boat he Shan’t forget memories

Next year, He’d go by the board.

Diving with ocean treasuries.

Tis the tale of a mortal one lored

          Till this day he waits bored