A Poet I am Not

Going on a little holiday.
To where I've yet to say.
Trees and seas I'm bound to see
with one I love and he me.

A poet sadly I am not
but books to read I surely got.
This little blog will have to wait
until some food carts I have ate.

So if you see a plane overhead
smile and wave at the girl in red
That'll be me looking down
waiting to land in my favorite town.