Bucket List

Walking through ancient timber

Roaring silence uplifts your soul

Finding trees as big as countries

The size of a circus tent at the bole

Biting the wind in a Rogallo sail,

Lifting, then gliding, then holding your breath

Floating in deafening silence

The ground slips by underneath

You've been filling up your bucket list

Making sure at your demise

There's nothing but good memories

To flash before your eyes

Hiking out on the gunwale

Wind sign on the crawl

Knowing you have to get sail in

Before you’re hit by the squall

Flying over the divide in a chopper

Snowfields bright in the sun

Bach playing on the headphones

Working on snowshoes is fun

You’ve seen the Sunlight Basin in sunlight

The Rockies in the snow

The deep blue of a hole in the Caribbean

Where the Parrotfish make a show

You haven’t got a lot to do

Your bucket list is almost done

You'd like to fly front on an A 380

With a bedroom and a shower to London

You've been filling up your bucket list

Making sure at your demise

There's nothing but good memories

To flash before your eyes