I‘ve NEVER
BEEN TO AFRICA
I've lived where orange
blossoms fall
and flutter on the streets of
Spain.
In Germany I've seen the wall,
and snow-capped mountains from
the train.
I've known Bahamas' sunlight
gleam
where palm trees shift in
sultry air,
but Africa, exotic dream—
imagination takes me there.
I see the restless plains that
stretch
to meet the blue, forever sky,
alive with teeming herds that
sketch
a savage scene in my mind's
eye.
I picture people, tall and
proud,
whose ancestors have braved
this land,
and tamed a wilderness,
unbowed
by flooding, droughts, and burning
sand.
And in this dream, white
jasmine sends
a honeyed scent that hangs and
bathes
the senses where the blue
grass bends
to spice the air in pungent
swathes.
At sunset, coral streamers
drape
across horizon's purple bars,
and nighttime spreads its velvet
cape,
bejeweled with half a billion
stars.
I live in North America—
so cool and tame everything
seems!
I've never been to Africa,
but I have seen it in my
dreams.
This poem was written by Katharine L. Sparrow
A strong desire to travel is called wanderlust. If
you dream of backpacking through Europe and then taking a quick spin through
southeast Asia, you have wanderlust. The Germans call the strong urge for
travel wanderlust, literally a desire for wandering.
For some people, the desire to travel is fueled by a need for novelty and adventure. They crave new experiences and seek out destinations that offer something different from their everyday lives. This could be anything from trying new foods, meeting new people, or exploring unfamiliar landscapes.
Travel takes us out of our comfort zones and inspires us to see, taste and try new things. It constantly challenges us, not only to adapt to and explore new surroundings, but also to engage with different people, to embrace adventures as they come and to share new and meaningful experiences with friends and loved ones.
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