The Morning Flight
The light of dawn is starting
to push away the night,
a bunch of guys are waiting
for the early morning flight.
They all are tiered but happy
they have worked out their turn,
So now they will be coming in
with cash and time to burn.
All are gaily talking
of what they want to do,
Jose from Argentina
and Renardo from Peru.
Lugi from Milano
thinks with love of Angelina,
that super cream of womanhood
his lovely signorina.
Pekka from Helsinki
is thinking about beer,
Hassan from Marocco
he dreams of Agadir.
Karl from middle Smaaland
and Jim from Birmingham,
are talking very quietly
to Piet from Amsterdam.
Don from Amarillo
he thiks about his hat
that and his new cowboy boots
will knock the women flat.
Ole from Stavanger says
"I`ll se you all i kveld,
we will meet at eight o`clock
in the bar in the hotel."
Golden poems from Stavanger