Here is a poem I wrote in Thailand when I should have been packing. And I am now posting this when I, yet again should be packing. We fly to Africa tomorrow and will be in Mozambique for the rest of the month!
Ode to My Backpack
You dear friend hold all I own, amidst my various belongings is not even a cell phone.
My clothes and books, sleeping bag and tent, there are bigger bags out there, but for you I will not relent.
I have crammed you full and loaded you to the brim, although your seams are ripping you know that is not what I intend
You oh backpack are tried and true, you are my buddy my friend, my boo!
We both miss our adventures in the mountains, but backpack, we are traveling 11 countries and countin’
The baggage carosels you have seen, Mexico, Thailand Vietnam…none of them have been very clean.
I am sorry for the rain I am sorry for the dirt. I realize your feelings must be hurt.
Your job is really tough, But baby you’ve got the right stuff.
It makes me want to cry when you are tied to the tops of vans up so high.
I remember 6 years ago at REI, I said that is the one I want, “Thank you, Goodbye!”
Together we’ve been through thick and thin, you’ve loved me even when I said we were not friends
You might be depressed since you have gained some weight, I am trying my best to keep you in good shape.
Backpack, you really do have a great occupation, If I had a suitcase it would ruin the whole situation.
The new Arc’terex backpacks may say they are better than you, but to them we say, “We are rubber and you are glue.”
My Gregory Forrestor I am happy you are you, a Jansport backpack never would do.
And this is what our room looks like….
