My Ode to Group Travel

(Apologies in advance to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.)

How do I love thee, group travel? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My patience can reach, when feeling ready for flight
To the ends of being and my own space.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by day or by night.
I love thee freely, as egos strive for right;
I love thee purely, as others yearn for praise.
I love thee with a passion of those obtuse
Of the many griefs, and yet my optimistic faith.
I love thee with a sanity I seem to lose
Like my lost cohort. I love thee with the death
Of smiles, irritations are quite rife; and, if I choose,
I shall but love thee better after I take a breath.


This entry was published on April 24, 2016 at 5:41 pm and is filed under Travel. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “My Ode to Group Travel

  1. So, basically what you are saying is you can’t wait for your next group trip? Me too! Haaaaaaa!

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