Time to go Home

In Central America where sunsets blaze,
A traveller’s heart in twilight sways.
Jungle whispers and ocean’s hum,
The end draws near, the journey’s done.

Through ancient ruins, mysteries unfold,
Mayan tales and histories untold.
Mountains high and rivers wide,
In the heart of adventure, we did confide.

Under the stars, by the fire’s glow,
Stories shared in the afterglow.
From Guatemalan peaks to Costa Rican shores,
In Central America, our spirits soared.

But now the call, like a distant chime,
Home beckons us, the end of the climb.
Flight awaits, wings in the sky,
Yet memories linger, refusing to die.

Bittersweet farewell to this vibrant domain,
In our hearts, Central America remains.
The quetzal’s song, the toucan’s call,
Echoes linger as the curtains fall.

As the plane ascends, through clouds we roam,
An adventure’s end, but in us, it’s sown.
Homeward bound with a soul reborn,
Central America, forever adorn.

Departures

In the bustling airport lounge,
Where journeys commence with dreams so high,
A symphony of footsteps, a chorus of voices,
An orchestra of emotions soaring in the sky.

Suitcases rolling, people rushing by,
Navigating the maze of gates and signs,
Anxious whispers, eager laughter,
Each traveller with a story that intertwines.

The air abuzz with anticipation’s dance,
As flights ascend, hopes take flight,
Destinations calling, horizons expanding,
In this transient haven, a captivating sight.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, a tapestry we weave,
Connections made, farewells exchanged,
In this departures lounge, a world in motion,
Where wanderlust and longing are forever estranged.

Airport Woes

In the airport’s bustling fray, they stand,
Those souls who test the patience of the band.
With bags overstuffed, they saunter through,
Unaware of liquid rules they misconstrue.

“I have just makeup, what’s the fuss?” they plea,
As security queues stretch wearily.
But rules are set, no matter their intent,
To keep us safe, our skies from harm, unspent.

And then, they argue, hair gel in their hand,
“Why should it matter in this vast expanse of land?”
But liquids, gels, and creams, a potent brew,
In skilled hands, they may wield danger, true.

So let us educate, and gently remind,
That rules exist, for safety’s cause designed.
Respect the limits, minimize delay,
And together, smoothly, we’ll fly away.

Homeward Bound

Ok, so it’s not the Simon and Garfunkle version, but it’s not bad!

I’m sitting in an airport terminal,
Waiting for my flight to take me home.
But oh, I hope this ain’t a journey ill-fated,
Praying to the travel gods, don’t be belated.

Homeward bound, I’m longing for my plane,
Just wanna fly, without delay and pain.
Airport blues, won’t you set me free?
Let me soar through the sky, oh, can’t you see?

The intercom crackles, announcing delays,
Passengers groan, their patience decays.
I’m looking at the clock, time ticking away,
Hoping my flight won’t be delayed.

Oh, the departure board, it’s a sea of red,
Canceled and delayed flights, messing with my head.
I see weary travelers, faces filled with despair,
All hoping to escape this airport nightmare.

The gate agent smiles, a glimmer of hope,
Announcing boarding, I grab my tote.
Finally, it’s time to leave the ground,
Praying no more delays will be found.

As the plane takes off, I let out a sigh,
Leaving behind the airport, oh, so high.
Though delays tried to keep me bound,
I’m finally homeward, touching down.