Remember me?
I travel like a ship,
In and out of it.
I travel in a plane or ship,
This makes a perfect fit.
I go to huts and chateaus,
Including fens and glens.
I go to southern plateaus,
To be read by wise and fumble men.
Around the world in eighty days,
And that’s what they often say.
For I go in different ways,
By hoarding in the bay.
I am awaited by one and all,
From a granny stitching a purl,
To a boy with a satchel,
For I am as good as pearl.
I knock at the doors,
Then I fling myself in.
I rush across the floor,
Until I am safe in.
-LETTER
