That Globe
There was a man who owned a globe
Round and blue and pretty
It sat so visible on his desk
As he handled it like Walter Mitty
Memories of around the world
And dreams that come and go
Of traveling all about the globe
Seeing places a globe would show
I heard the music and language imagined
As he nimbly handled the blue
Prints of states and countries there
Dancing and costumes too
A Vast amount
of water
Filled spaces on the globe
Around the world oceans deep
Lands of weathers’ warm and cold
So now I can only sit
And think about That Globe
The one we know should be mine
After all-I’m getting old .
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