Walking to explore

This poem is based on actual experiences of traveling alone through cities. I like to wander through the streets alone, and see as much of the city as I can..

Using the most primitive form of transportation

I explore the city, walking around with some trepidation

Armed with a map, and a willingness 

To ask for directions when I am lost, nevertheless

I soak in the sounds and the sights

The aroma of street food, the dizzying heights

Of skyscrapers around, or mountains in the distance

I take refuge in a cafe when my feet offer resistance

Tired and bruised despite being in comfort clad

Few moments of rest makes them really glad

In the cafe, a window seat I occupy

So I can watch the city dwellers passing by

My quiet meal over, I set on my way

Determined to make the most of the day

Walking from one attraction to another

Must-see on the list or not, I do not bother

I stop by to gaze at whatever appeals to me

(It is a great plus if the attraction is free!)

Using my point-and-shoot camera to obtain

Quick photographs for myself, later to entertain

Walking in a new city, memories I collect

Going around corners, not knowing what to expect

Finding hidden gems, entertaining my palate-

My love for variety thus I satiate..