A dubiously poetic tribute to the RV, in honor of National Poetry Month, and with sincere apologies to the late Joyce Kilmer, author of the oft quoted poem, “Trees”
I think that I shall never see
A travel companion lovely as an RV.
An RV whose propane tanks run out
Between midnight and four, without a doubt;
An RV that serves as our home all day,
Yet rolls where needed for work or play;
An RV that may, after a driving goof,
Require new tires, or worse, a new roof;
Under whose awning guests have gathered,
Eating, laughing, all that mattered.
RVs are owned by fools like us,
But in the balance of life, they earn a plus.
(Author’s note: A version of this post was approved to appear — for reasons I cannot fathom — at Heartland RVs. It is printed here with permission.)