My Passport

A passport takes you everywhere
There is nowhere you can’t go.
To cross the sea, well I would dare
To fly high and low.
To dive right into the world’s greatest lake
And swim from start to end…
To escape a scary earthquake
A passport is a friend.
Five years it lasts
But renew it you can
When the land is vast;
Keep the book in your hand.
Rough it feels
In my hand…
Like gentle fingers
Sifting sand.
A dark blue book;
Signatures, stamps, pages.
That is the look
I’ve had my passport for ages.

Why do I care…
About this book?
To make things fair?
To prove I’m not a crook?

When the plane takes off,
With passport in hand…
It makes my breathing soft
And even if I can’t… I can.

I keep it at my home,
All safe and sound.
My passport is not alone…
My families are around!
You know that feeling, when,
You arrive at the airport, and,
You check in and then…
You are heading into another land!
Would you be able to that…
Without your passport? No!
It may not be the best at chat …
But it’ll take you to sunshine and snow.
Away we go…
Flying high.
To sunshine or snow?
You decide!
My life is travel,
My world is wide
Taking off from gravel,
The plane starts to glide.