Longing…

Traveling is what I long for, so much,

Pulling the motorhome out and such,

Leaving behind all the stress and what I clutch,

To be familiar & less worrisome, what I can touch…

To see this country of ours, to drive it from top to bottom,

To view all the oddities, to see it from beginning to end,

I could do it, if I just did so bend,

The rules a little, although my pocketbook would never get on the mend…

The moon over the Pacific, the sun over the Atlantic, clear waters of the gulf,

So beautiful for me to see, I hardly hold back the tears,

For I do miss the traveling, the meeting new people, the views and vistas,

I would awake to and pass by and stop to take pictures,

All do I miss, but most of all I miss the driving, new places to go through,

Doing so with my best one and only crew,

Rene & Rufuz, both along, talking me around and through the cities & throngs…

              © ed – 4/9/04