Motorhoming poets |
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Cold Water
My love, let’s take a trip round this land,
You know I have longed for and always planned
For us to set out, for quite a long while,
And see this great country in leisurely style.
There’s nothing to wait for – the children all grown,
There are places to visit which to us, are unknown.
I think ‘twould be fun to take to the road,
In our mobile home with gear safely stowed.
We could get out the maps and study the route,
Take note of the seasons, see whether ‘twould suit.
To go to the north where the weather is hot,
Or maybe to the south, I think that’s the shot!
Our children could keep an eye on our home,
While over this country we leisurely roam.
They could water our garden and send on our mail,
We’ll keep them in contact to follow our trail.
I’m getting excited! Dear, what do you think?
Let’s take this trip while we’re still in the pink.
What’s that you say? Oh dear! That’s a blow!
You’re quite happy here! You don’t want to go!
You know I have longed for and always planned
For us to set out, for quite a long while,
And see this great country in leisurely style.
There’s nothing to wait for – the children all grown,
There are places to visit which to us, are unknown.
I think ‘twould be fun to take to the road,
In our mobile home with gear safely stowed.
We could get out the maps and study the route,
Take note of the seasons, see whether ‘twould suit.
To go to the north where the weather is hot,
Or maybe to the south, I think that’s the shot!
Our children could keep an eye on our home,
While over this country we leisurely roam.
They could water our garden and send on our mail,
We’ll keep them in contact to follow our trail.
I’m getting excited! Dear, what do you think?
Let’s take this trip while we’re still in the pink.
What’s that you say? Oh dear! That’s a blow!
You’re quite happy here! You don’t want to go!
May 2009
