After returning from a group trip organized by Tauck, I asked Chatty the AI (aka ChatGPT) to write a poem. This was my prompt:
Can you write a poem about 21 Americans on a tour of Nepal and India. We have long days of getting from one place to another punctuated by seeing amazing sites like temples and Himalaya mountains, eating ethnic food, watching cremations, and seeing rhinos on safari.
Twenty-One Americans Touring Nepal and India
by Chatty
We start at dawn, our bags in tow,
On dusty roads where the rivers flow.
Long days stretch wide, from town to town,
Through temples rising, through valleys brown.
The Himalayas greet us high,
Their snow-capped peaks touch endless sky.
We pause in awe, our breath is still—
The world is vast, our hearts it fills.
Cremations flicker on the holy shore,
Ash to wind, life is no more.
We watch in silence, thoughts profound,
Life and death in this sacred ground.
On to the rhinos, beasts of grace,
In Chitwan’s jungle, we find our place.
Their shadows move through the early mist,
A fleeting glimpse, a moment kissed.
Meals of spice, so bold and bright,
We savor the warmth of every bite.
Dal and naan, a feast of lands,
We break the bread with eager hands.
From every bend, the stories rise,
Of kings and gods beneath these skies.
We’re strangers here, yet something calls,
In every shrine, in ancient halls.
Long days blur, the miles long gone,
Yet every site is like a song—
A song of lands both near and far,
A tune of journeys, who we are.
Twenty-one of us, side by side,
Through Nepal’s heights and India’s tide.
We travel far, but something’s clear—
In every step, the world draws near.
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