George C. Page

(Torrance, CA, USA)

Our Motor Home

Down the road we travel
My wife and I alone:
Over mountains and deserts,
In a rig, we call home. Drifting across the great white plains
Where the windmills stand tall:
There the cattle are moving,
To where the cowboy calls. Through the red wood forest
As we slowly drive along,
We can hear the birds singing,

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