I wish that I could visit
The stunning forests of Peru,
The glades would be magnificent
When they first came into view.
I'd walk among the ruins
Of a once great civilised race,
Hoping to find some artifacts
Of a people now displaced.
I'd feel a sense of sadness
As I went walking around their tombs,
I'd think about their good times
Which would lift my mood of gloom.
This is another of my evening class pieces. It was after this one that my tutor suggested doing a poem that didn't rhyme.