Whether hammock ‘neath the swaying palms,
seaside shack or lean-to.
I’m packing my kit and moving on,
to find somewhere I mean to.
—-
I’d pick an old hut deep in the wood,
where most would fear to tread.
Or a cave cut long or treehouse high,
somewhere to lay my head.
—-
Whether cabin in the northern pines
or igloo in the snow.
If the bed is soft and rent is cheap,
then I will surely go.
—-
From tropical heat to the frozen north,
or dunes of the Sahara.
I’ll search for digs most anywhere, even
Kenya’s Masai Mara.
—-
I’ll weed the garden and milk the cow,
I’ll do most any chore.
Work hard ’till I’m starved of love and food,
to help settle my score.
—-
(Yes I am looking for a new place to stay and thought I would write a poem about it)
Happy travels and be comfortable with who you are.
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sounds like a tough yet carefree life … are you based in Africa?
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I am in New Zealand but have traveled to quite a few different places.
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ah just across the waves … I lived in Colville a while
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Where is Colville??
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just north of Coromandel … should have google 🙂
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I did find it actually but then doubted that you were in NZ. Let me know if you are down Porirua way
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No I said I lived there for five years ages ago … I’m in Australia now!
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Oh! Where in Australia?
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northern NSW, a bit transient at the moment as I need to relocate my tiny
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Hahahaha… Clever!
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I did finda new place after all that but just need the money to be sorted.
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