Thrills and Spills
on Monday, April 28, 2008 at 5:32pm The open window, a sky stretching out Beyond the limit of the eye, going whether it needs The birds, so happy, winging far, where they want The newspapers and mags, all the daily rags Carry tales of thrills and spills What draws these men and women To the rush of adrenaline; to them the mountains and the deep beckon Heedless of the Time of Reckon Xtreme sports, surf and snow Safaris through forests afar Sailing through the air, life on a line Trippin' a rope 'cross the Grand Canyon Running with scissors, wrestling bears Throwing rocks at the neighbourhood grouch Dragging crocs around by their tails Playing footie with a pride of lions The more adventurous of these, those cavaliers Marching, unthinking, into marital un-bliss These all I admire, their adventurous lives and sit beside my window plotting; Planning my days, my own adventures Fuelling my imagination with vivid pictures Travel guides line my books...