
I like to plan where we go
as we wander to and fro
with no particular place in mind
a journey as yet undefined
travelling on a general whim
stopping when we reach the end
at any particular site we choose
knowing we have nothing to lose
we do have a general plan
in a big circle before we land
back to where we started from
and where we began singing this song
as we drive around each place
we are not in any race
and take our time as we travel along
heading back to where we belong
to spend the winter close to home
wait for the Spring before we roam
and then back out on the open road
me and my dogs who share the load
they are my companions on these trips
as I drive they are giving me tips
watch out for that car or maybe that truck
another near miss boy we are in luck
Dad is good at driving today
but then again if he had his way
Sandy would drive while Dad takes a nap
and Mikey would watch viewing the map
and Dad could sleep as we drove along
living our life and singing our song
we all know that Sandy can’t drive
not if we want to stay alive
Dad must drive where we want to go
along with the traffic and with the flow
until we reach our next campground
which on the map he has found
set up and stay for a couple of days
and then move on living this way.
Written 10/09/2022. Read my other poems at https://pondblog2011.com
Cute picture. Meandering around the country the way you do is a luxury afforded to very few people.
Yes, an expensive luxury…
And you deserve it.
🙂 Cute!
They both know it…