I fully realise, my Lord <br />that I have been to Venice <br />but if you would not mind <br />please hold your horses. <br /> <br />I've yet to visit places that <br />you, in your generosity <br />have made for us during creation. <br />But let me tell you first <br /> <br />about the Rocky Mountaineer, <br />the Blue Train from Pretoria <br />to Kapstadt, oops, it is Capetown, <br />the Indian-Pacific goes <br />from Perth to Sydney and retour. <br /> <br />The Orient Express, from London <br />and here we go again, to Venice, <br />so I will schedule this one last <br />and settle in on what is known <br />as the Transsiberian Railway, <br />Beijing to Moscow, of all places. <br /> <br />They say that passengers must take <br />their living food supply like pigs, <br />and chickens, turkeys, even geese. <br /> <br />Those frequent incidents on tracks <br />that have seen better days and trains, <br />snow slides and other nice disasters <br />are to be figured in to any journey. <br /> <br />With any luck I shall be longer than expected <br />and then, before you call me home <br />there still is Venice, and after that? .<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-see-venice-and-die/
