Every once in awhile my mind
Goes on a random road trip
To places I've never been before.
Some trips turn out to be long ones.
Most, though, a few hours of time,
Yet, not one has ever been a bore.
In every stop, there is a story
That prods my ink pen to write
Lines of verse describing each new view
For readers to comprehend,
Those poetically inclined,
And, literally, mind ride with me, too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem