Rv’s Are Homes Too

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.

 

 

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