Niall Finn

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Niall Finn

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IT IS NOT HOW FAR YOU GO

I started travel on my bum –

A nappied slide across the floor:

The pensioner I’ve now become

Travels that way more and more.

The mode of transport that one chooses

May be ferry, bus or train;

The one that most my bum abuses

Is a Mike O’Leary plane.

I’m not complaining, not at all.

While sitting down, my mind is free

To think of when I learned to crawl

And so became explorer me.

That urge to travel, deep inside

Was boosted by new walking skills

Then with my bike I used to ride

For hours through the local hills.

Began to hitch and passed my test

So each year further drove and flew

Thinking distant places best

Although inside I always knew

You travel best at slowest pace

With time to look, to feel, to hear;

To smell the breeze upon your face;

To see a butterfly appear;

To talk with those you chance to meet;

Carried by your own two feet.

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