Wrote this a few years ago

[Lightseekers]

I wrote this a few years ago and thought some of you might enjoy. Since I wrote this we have moved on to a MH.

Ode to a Travel Trailer


After 3 days of loading up our gear,
The day to depart is finally here.
Only a couple of things left to be done,
And we will be off before the setting of the sun.

Every trip starts out the same,
Coupling is the name of the game.
Simply back the truck directly under the hitch,
Some how this never seems to go without a glitch.

The better half waves left and she waves to the right,
At this rate it could take all night.
One more wave – not sure which way – my mind tries to decode,
Oh heck – it was to the neighbor going down the road!

After back and forth, and left and right,
The hitch and ball finally lose the fight.
Now the equalizer bars need to fit,
This can be like trying to get a horse to take a bit.

The sweat is now pouring down like rain,
Maybe it would be easier just to take the train.
The lights are connected, as are the safety chains,
Hitching up only took 2 hours and some scrambled brains.

On the road for the long awaited trip,
Wait – we forgot some medicine we can't skip!
Back on the road and it's the same date,
We're just starting a couple of hours late.

Less than 50 miles from home,
The truck and trailer started to roam.
Pulling over out of the traffic lane,
I find a rear tire flat – a nail is the bane!

The spare is mounted and we're on our way,
The passing 18-wheelers make the trailer sway.
I look in the rearview and see nothing but smoke,
The transmission overheated and started to choke.

We take all the problems in stride,
Nothing would change no matter what we tried.
After all we're on vacation all ready to relax,
No matter what our fun meter will go to the max.

Going through a small Michigan town,
The breakaway cable was hanging down.
There's a board right in our lane,
To the cable, the board lays claim.

The offending plank has set the brakes
I pour on the gas to see if that's what it takes.
I now know in an emergency the trailer will stop,
Just how do I explain this to that cop!

I finally find the offending cable,
Thinking this is going make one heck of a fable.
With the switch turned off the brakes release,
And back into the flow of traffic we ease.

Our final destination in now is sight,
We'll be resting long before night.
Check-in goes as smooth as can be expected,
Had to scrape together cash, the card was rejected.

Finally backed into the our site,
We managed it without too much of a fight.
Unhooked and the jacks are starting down,
Why is it leaning to the left I frown?

Truck and trailer are again a team,
"Remember to get it level!"� I steam.
Four inches of boards under the wheel,
Only a slight lean to the left– no big deal.

The jacks are starting back down,
That has a familiar sound.
The trailer is set, close to level all round,
Up the steps I go with a bound.

Next comes the utilities to connect,
I'll start with the water – what the heck.
I dig and search for that water hose,
And wake up the dog next door from his doze.

The hose is finally retrieved from its hiding place,
Just how did it get so tangled in such a small space?
Connected to the trailer and then to the spigot with a tug,
Turn on the water and I get a blast right in the mug!

Undaunted I move to the electrical wire,
Pulling and tugging I untangle the quagmire.
Off to the connection I start my sashay,
Only to stop 2 feet short of my way.

Digging once more for the extension cord,
While the wife is sitting inside – somewhat bored.
"Can I turn on the air?"� is her cry,
My sweat is so thick – no spot is dry.

The sewer line will just have to wait,
I had enough on my plate.
And just as I settle into a relaxing chair,
She appears with freshly combed hair.

"Let's take walk, I tired of sitting around"�,
I think to myself, "Hope she doesn't forget her crown!"�.
We walk the grounds noting the places from where folks wander,
While I dream of a cold beer and some time to squander.

Too soon the time has past,
And we make that homeward blast.
The long awaited trip lived up to its billing,
The rig is turned toward a trip my heart isn't willing.

I always wondered why lady luck is like a fickle clown,
She shows me the bad side when we were outward bound.
Then provides good luck for the return trip,
Helping us speed toward home and job, what a nasty flip.

Untold joy we find in this travel mode,
Where you take along your own abode.
No greater way to see this glorious land,
Oh! The prairies, plains, mountains and sand!

And when to work I finally return,
I start looking for another trip to yearn.
I used to think that planning the trip was half the fun,
But now I'm not sure – is it the trip or remembering after it's done?

Friends will ask about my trip and I just smile and give a knowing wink,
How to you tell non-RVing folks about the wonderful link?
I can't explain and they will never know,
The feeling of awaking and seeing a grazing doe.

Or see the ballet performed high in the treetops,
As the birds or squirrels pull out all the stops.
Sitting in the early morning mist outside your door,
Watching the fish jumping and waves lapping at the shore.

Meeting people from all walks of life,
And quite times – just me and the wife.
How do you explain the feeling of camaraderie in the campground
Where you're surrounded with some of the nicest people ever to be found.

So when asked I just reply,
(Always with a glow in my eye),
The trip was great what more could I say,
It was sightseeing, relaxing and play.

We travel the highways and byways with joy,
The same now as when I was a young boy.
So to those who ask why we travel so slow,
The only reply I make is "If you have to ask, you'll never know"�.

[Lightseekers]

I wrote this a few years ago and thought some of you might enjoy. Since I wrote this we have moved on to a MH.

Ode to a Travel Trailer


After 3 days of loading up our gear,
The day to depart is finally here.
Only a couple of things left to be done,
And we will be off before the setting of the sun.

Every trip starts out the same,
Coupling is the name of the game.
Simply back the truck directly under the hitch,
Some how this never seems to go without a glitch.

The better half waves left and she waves to the right,
At this rate it could take all night.
One more wave – not sure which way – my mind tries to decode,
Oh heck – it was to the neighbor going down the road!

After back and forth, and left and right,
The hitch and ball finally lose the fight.
Now the equalizer bars need to fit,
This can be like trying to get a horse to take a bit.

The sweat is now pouring down like rain,
Maybe it would be easier just to take the train.
The lights are connected, as are the safety chains,
Hitching up only took 2 hours and some scrambled brains.

On the road for the long awaited trip,
Wait – we forgot some medicine we can't skip!
Back on the road and it's the same date,
We're just starting a couple of hours late.

Less than 50 miles from home,
The truck and trailer started to roam.
Pulling over out of the traffic lane,
I find a rear tire flat – a nail is the bane!

The spare is mounted and we're on our way,
The passing 18-wheelers make the trailer sway.
I look in the rearview and see nothing but smoke,
The transmission overheated and started to choke.

We take all the problems in stride,
Nothing would change no matter what we tried.
After all we're on vacation all ready to relax,
No matter what our fun meter will go to the max.

Going through a small Michigan town,
The breakaway cable was hanging down.
There's a board right in our lane,
To the cable, the board lays claim.

The offending plank has set the brakes
I pour on the gas to see if that's what it takes.
I now know in an emergency the trailer will stop,
Just how do I explain this to that cop!

I finally find the offending cable,
Thinking this is going make one heck of a fable.
With the switch turned off the brakes release,
And back into the flow of traffic we ease.

Our final destination in now is sight,
We'll be resting long before night.
Check-in goes as smooth as can be expected,
Had to scrape together cash, the card was rejected.

Finally backed into the our site,
We managed it without too much of a fight.
Unhooked and the jacks are starting down,
Why is it leaning to the left I frown?

Truck and trailer are again a team,
"Remember to get it level!"� I steam.
Four inches of boards under the wheel,
Only a slight lean to the left– no big deal.

The jacks are starting back down,
That has a familiar sound.
The trailer is set, close to level all round,
Up the steps I go with a bound.

Next comes the utilities to connect,
I'll start with the water – what the heck.
I dig and search for that water hose,
And wake up the dog next door from his doze.

The hose is finally retrieved from its hiding place,
Just how did it get so tangled in such a small space?
Connected to the trailer and then to the spigot with a tug,
Turn on the water and I get a blast right in the mug!

Undaunted I move to the electrical wire,
Pulling and tugging I untangle the quagmire.
Off to the connection I start my sashay,
Only to stop 2 feet short of my way.

Digging once more for the extension cord,
While the wife is sitting inside – somewhat bored.
"Can I turn on the air?"� is her cry,
My sweat is so thick – no spot is dry.

The sewer line will just have to wait,
I had enough on my plate.
And just as I settle into a relaxing chair,
She appears with freshly combed hair.

"Let's take walk, I tired of sitting around"�,
I think to myself, "Hope she doesn't forget her crown!"�.
We walk the grounds noting the places from where folks wander,
While I dream of a cold beer and some time to squander.

Too soon the time has past,
And we make that homeward blast.
The long awaited trip lived up to its billing,
The rig is turned toward a trip my heart isn't willing.

I always wondered why lady luck is like a fickle clown,
She shows me the bad side when we were outward bound.
Then provides good luck for the return trip,
Helping us speed toward home and job, what a nasty flip.

Untold joy we find in this travel mode,
Where you take along your own abode.
No greater way to see this glorious land,
Oh! The prairies, plains, mountains and sand!

And when to work I finally return,
I start looking for another trip to yearn.
I used to think that planning the trip was half the fun,
But now I'm not sure – is it the trip or remembering after it's done?

Friends will ask about my trip and I just smile and give a knowing wink,
How to you tell non-RVing folks about the wonderful link?
I can't explain and they will never know,
The feeling of awaking and seeing a grazing doe.

Or see the ballet performed high in the treetops,
As the birds or squirrels pull out all the stops.
Sitting in the early morning mist outside your door,
Watching the fish jumping and waves lapping at the shore.

Meeting people from all walks of life,
And quite times – just me and the wife.
How do you explain the feeling of camaraderie in the campground
Where you're surrounded with some of the nicest people ever to be found.

So when asked I just reply,
(Always with a glow in my eye),
The trip was great what more could I say,
It was sightseeing, relaxing and play.

We travel the highways and byways with joy,
The same now as when I was a young boy.
So to those who ask why we travel so slow,
The only reply I make is "If you have to ask, you'll never know"�.

[RVThere]

Great job!

Now start working on 'Ode to the Motor Home'...