We are fortunate today to have another poem by guest poet, Norm Neville. Today’s “tongue ‘n cheek” rendition of life on the road in a RV (recreation vehicle) describes in a humorous way some of the things that can, and do, happen when RVing. Norm and his wife, Sue, have spent many days on the road so many of these poetic observations are probably backed by experience!
The photo of the “not too roadworthy or comfortable looking” recreation vehicle was found on the internet. Norm and Sue deny every having owned or even used it. Ha!
If you ever get the urge to see our great land
You can travel in a manner that appears very grand.
You just need to be aware of a toy called an RV
Which was invented for travel for you and me.
Now a recreational vehicle is a sight to behold
Containing every convenience for both young and old.
Why, it has water and electric both toilet and sink
And can be ready to go as quickly as a wink.
All you must do is load your family and gear
And stuff as many tools as you can in the rear.
Be sure to bring clothing and even good shoes
Because you never know what places you’ll choose.
Bring food, drink and snacks as well as your wine
And don’t forget the kids and your dog on a line.
Fill your tank with propane and check air in your tire
And be sure to carry duct tape and bailing wire.
Because each trip is an adventure for sure
With nary any warning of what you’ll endure.
Suddenly when disaster looms just straight ahead
You’ll want to be ready and always well fed.
You may need to fix things as you roll toward your goal
So that you can relax upon arriving, at least I am told.
Somehow it never seems to quite work out that way
And you may find yourself fixing while others play.
You see the RV is a mechanical wonder
Which you all too often need to crawl under.
And instead of unwinding at the end of the trail
You might often be repairing the damage from that nail.
Some even curse the concept of traveling along
The nations back roads while singing a song
But the vacation in truth is not what it should be
But rather, it can be work to use that darn RV.
Poem by Norm Neville