sapto
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Childhood was a time not very nice
A council estate,violence, drugs and vice
Then authority slammed me in a children’s home
and took away my freedom to roam
Then late in my teens, outside I went,
and bought myself a little tent,
Over hills and mountains I did tramp
and found my soul in my little camp
Then an age when time was not that free,
Raising my boys, studying for a degree
However to get away whenever we can
We crammed into a small caravan
My boys grew up, we continued to roam
and bought ourselves a motorhome
Then an offer, university, Oregon state
Winnebago? Sorry, I do not rate
Too big, too clumsy, easy to bash,
frankly it ended up looking like trash,
So when I crossed from West to East,
I finally got rid of the crumpled beast
An English Lady? Students expected to greet
Someone demure and terribly sweet,
and then onto campus she did arrive
with a trailer pulled by a 4 wheel drive
5 years in the Dominion state
then back to England and something great
A caravan made by Van Royce
In fact two, stuck for choice!
Age was finally taking it’s toll
But still I couldn't wait for the wheels to roll
Cancer came and went, of my life I took stock
There were still some years left so lets rock!
A tent was out, motorhomes suck
The caravan dealer was out of luck
I wanted to explore, have fun, be free
there really was only a camper for me
My body might have the wear and tear of age
but my brain feels released, as if from a cage
I cannot tell you how young it feels
When being wafted along on Albert’s wheels
It does not matter the type of steed
for the cali is a noble breed
T5, T6, Beach or SE,
to have a cali is to feel young and free
Oh, that was so nice to read thanks for that/thanks for sharing @GrannyJen