The Net

Great gums creak against the breeze
That bears a mystic scent
Is that the tang of pepper trees
From over yonder fence?
The sun has faded in the west
And evening's shroud is falling
Now we must put all else at rest
The internet is calling.

Gently, fingers keyboards kiss
As our excitement blossoms
Hard drives hum and modems hiss
All else is now forgotten.
Connections made across the globe
This system is astounding
The world is ours, all free to roam
Without in airports lounging.

The friends we meet the world around
From countries wide and wondrous
With tales that do our minds astound
Of places foreign to us.
In Adelaide the bushfires rage,
In Arkansas it's snowing
The Queensland folk are battling floods
Somewhere a gales blowing.

Then when at last the daemon comes
And we are near expended
We ponder should we try again
Or abandon things not ended.
A latenight chat or secret tryst
Across the global vein
Tis sure that friend we'll sorely miss
Until we chat again.