My kind of camper,
Nothing to of me pamper,
Plowing through six feet of wet snow,
Or stay the night till morn and then go…
Her lineage that of a champion,
Born and bred to travel through storms,
Inside the cab and under the cap quite warm,
All one needs to enjoy winters cold breath,
Built to in the worst of weather perform…
Roams the high spots of the Rockies,
When finished I am with being the driving jockey,
Into my king sized bed to watch the Flyers win at hockey…
© ed ~ 9/12/06
Been awhile since I've been in here, but it's always nice to stop by your place. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Susan
And with a motor like that I think I will survive!!
Love Tinka
Eternal Love, Dove