Travel - Poem by Marilyn Lott
Traveling down those well-worn roads
So much there is to see
Carrying our trailer on our backs
Is the perfect way to travel for me.
We find the perfect campground to park
And off we go to sight see
Yes our trailer is a second home
When traveling across our beautiful country.
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