The Wild Camper's Poem

Viktor

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Over on MotorhomeCraic.com Rapidrose posted two verses of a poem and asked for someone to add to it.

Thinking of my new and first campervan, I decided to complete it summing up how I now feel about our vocation...

Hope you like it.......(by Rapidrose & Viktor)




The Wild Camper's Poem


We travel the roads my dogs and I
New places to see as the miles fly by
Our home for the night - wherever we park
Share a glass with friends when it gets dark

Freedom to find hidden corners and rest
For that I feel I am truly blessed
I don’t care what others may think - I love to roam
Wandering mountains and valleys in my motorhome

Parked up among bluebells and ferns of green
A beautiful sunset rarely seen
And gazing at the darkening sky
For the Aurora or star shooting by

The wind's song and the grey mist clinging
The rabbit's russle and the morning birds singing
Time to awake and venture some more
Along new found mysterious roads, mountains, and shore.

-o0o-


 
Bertie



What does Bertie mean to me
My big white box with a lavatory
Sunshine is only a short drive away
With Britain behind me, all slaving away
A hotel on wheels with the best views in the world
Of millions of gorgeous european girls
Waking up by a beach in a foreign land
And wondering why there is sick in the sand
Remebering last night and the drunk signorita
Who laughed at my Bertie, with his onboard " sh1tta"
Freedom to come and go as I please
With a bog attached for my late night pee's
 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I've got a van
Wiv a bed and a loo

(William Wordsworth)
 
My vans in garage with a poorly back end
Can't go to ribblehead to see Jess, my friend
missing my trips, adventures and meets
have to stay at home and clean the house :lol-053:


oh well, i've had no sleep all night
 
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