John Harrelson
New Member
Over the rivers and through the woods
I can’t do now like I use to could
But with retirement in sight and a trailer to tow
I quiver with excitement, ready to go
East coast, West coast and all in between
I’ve seen it all, Winter in white, Summer in green
The skys the limit, my spirits soar
But my income says I’m to poor
What can I do, where can I go
That doesn’t require a lot of dough
I search the forums looking for the best
And politely ignore all the rest
Because they are nice
Friends give me advice
But they don’t understand
That I’m living on a grand
They’re still working with plenty of bread
But I’m retired with bills I dread
Then there’s the problem of my health
It’s hard to buy meds without the wealth
When my dream wants to fade
I remember what I’ve made
A lifetime full of memories
of a world filled with poetries
Who says I have to travel afar
Have the expense of owning a car
Out my backdoor, I look and I see
Running water and an old shade tree
I planted that tree long, long ago
And over the years watched it grow
The water doesn’t run along a creek bed
It only comes from a sprinkler head
The scene is so peaceful and serene
I go to bed with this beautiful dream
When morning comes, I’m ready to start
Once more in my eye there is a spark
I move the trailer back under the tree
And move the sprinkler so it don’t wet me
With a lawn chair for my can
And a beer in my hand
I finally relax, my sole at peace
My worries are gone, my spirit released
To soar through the memories I have made
While I’m sitting here in the shade
It’s not over the river or through the woods
And maybe I can’t do what I use to could
But peace is where you find it, near or far
Harrumph… who needs an RV and car..
John Harrelson
September 2007
I can’t do now like I use to could
But with retirement in sight and a trailer to tow
I quiver with excitement, ready to go
East coast, West coast and all in between
I’ve seen it all, Winter in white, Summer in green
The skys the limit, my spirits soar
But my income says I’m to poor
What can I do, where can I go
That doesn’t require a lot of dough
I search the forums looking for the best
And politely ignore all the rest
Because they are nice
Friends give me advice
But they don’t understand
That I’m living on a grand
They’re still working with plenty of bread
But I’m retired with bills I dread
Then there’s the problem of my health
It’s hard to buy meds without the wealth
When my dream wants to fade
I remember what I’ve made
A lifetime full of memories
of a world filled with poetries
Who says I have to travel afar
Have the expense of owning a car
Out my backdoor, I look and I see
Running water and an old shade tree
I planted that tree long, long ago
And over the years watched it grow
The water doesn’t run along a creek bed
It only comes from a sprinkler head
The scene is so peaceful and serene
I go to bed with this beautiful dream
When morning comes, I’m ready to start
Once more in my eye there is a spark
I move the trailer back under the tree
And move the sprinkler so it don’t wet me
With a lawn chair for my can
And a beer in my hand
I finally relax, my sole at peace
My worries are gone, my spirit released
To soar through the memories I have made
While I’m sitting here in the shade
It’s not over the river or through the woods
And maybe I can’t do what I use to could
But peace is where you find it, near or far
Harrumph… who needs an RV and car..
John Harrelson
September 2007