My hubby wanted a house, so I chose an RV.
“It is homey” I argued .
Well no choice now its on the fly. The ceiling’s low,
and the fridge is small, but we can eat out is all.
Family is where the heart is, and if they want to visit
they always can.
He complained about the room, but I told him we would not be
expecting a throng
I mean how many are going to come?
That day we drove and drove just
where ever the road took us
and arrived at a civilized site,
where they had church without sermons
a shop that sold wood.
I think the thing that finally convinced him
was the scent of the night river.
It was warm and sweet and
then we both could call it home.