It’s small in comparison to this big place
with its resident poltergeist.
I’ve not for a moment felt at home here.
But my little van is another story
with its soft, comfortable bed in the back.
Just one seat for the driver,
and plenty of space for an ice chest
and camp stove.
Oh, to wake up in the forest
after sleeping on a cloud!
Putter to a fire pit to cook some eggs
and watch deer in the distance.
Though here, the deer eat my flowers
and this poltergeist must have come
from somewhere to battle me for these
three bedrooms and a back yard.
I want to wake up in your van 😉
This is perfect! I feel the same!
I can hear the crackling of bacon… the perfect comfort poem
Made me long for the woods. Nice piece.