I’m home no matter where I am.
I’m here- I’m there
I’m all over this land.
I’m known in the travelers circle
As a full-timer
For that word I wish
I was a better rhymer.
But, I call myself a ” rubber tramp”.
I find the best out of the way
Places to camp.
Some folks think this is
Just wrong
But I keep rolling to
Keep myself young.
Like the birds I am free
From rotten neighbors
I can flee!
The wheels keep on turning
For new sights
I keep yearning.
For new places and new friends
I keep seeking more
Isn’t that what God made RV’S for?
©shea2010
