It is amazing where the mind wanders when I sit in my trailer:
IT WAS A VERY GOOD TRAILER
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for 13’ Bolers and soft summer nights.
We'd camp within sight
of the village green
when I was seventeen.
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for Casita
17’s complete with cookware
soon empty we’d run
when I was twenty-one.
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for Bigfoot
25’s with beds fit for Queens.
We'd bring all our machines.
And bigger trucks to test drive…
when I was thirty-five.
But now the days are short, I'm in the snowbird’s nadir
and now I think of my life and yearn for simpler days
without highway delays.
I think I’ll have another beer.
It was a very good year