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Sat on the coach
All numb and quite bored.
Until I see the mountains
I took for granted
Now adored.

Just one hour left
On this long journey home
As I try to remember excitement
… For Tokyo.

No early morning traffic
Or crowded subway trains.
Just hills valleys and ski slopes
To start my day.

Two weeks of the comforts
Of all nature can afford
I’m a country boy at heart
It can not be ignored.

The End
A . Poet.