Here I sit in my motorhome,
Will this be where I die, never again to roam,
Its far too depressing to think of much,
But some day’s it just comes to me & such…
Oh to again live in a house,
To share it with Rufuz & if necessary a mouse,
To be warm all the time, no worries, nothing to about grouse,
Won’t ever again feel my home rock from a high wind gust,
Every time I see an especially nice looking place I lust…
To live again near the shore,
Or in the mountains, no bore,
Or on a plain, certainly no chore,
To be inside a home, to remember days of yore…
© ed ~ 2/14/07
However, for the most part if we're honest, we are where
we chose to be. You'd be surprised at how many would love
to have what you have.;-)
Love,
eileen
I love that come and go as you please
Adventurous.....Love the booties on your RV wheels
Peace ....William
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I am serious no joking...I would if I could my friend!!
Love Tinka
garden and trees.
I wish you YOUR dreams coming true.
~Carole
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Just think...you too could have to mow the lawn and pull the weeds and do the gardening and landscaping, scrub and seal the deck every year, put a new roof on your home, fix the plumbing, scrub the floors, repair the washing machine, and the toilets, and the furnace, and paint all the windows and rooms every few years, and don't forget - all the snow shoveling.
Wanna trade for a few months??
Susan
All my best to you.
Al
Take care,
Sherry