What A Nice Place To Park Poem by Anthony Foster

For a motor home it’s a nice place to park.
For the shore is so pretty,
We will stay here tonight when it’s dark,
And maybe for the dawn tomorrow.

Is that a train or approaching wind?
Are we secure or too close to the edge?
I will drive forward it is too late to move,
And secure everything that is in its path.

The roar is tremendously loud,
I hope that we will survive,
What was that, crash bang, a knock,
In the morning will we be alive.

We are awake how sweet the dawn,
The sun’s rays peep through the blind,
Last night was a memory so visually drawn,
The tempest has gone it remains in our mind.

We will not stay here today,
We have to go to find some sleep,
The view the shore it still remains,
When we return this way again.