We Own A Caravan Poem by Edwin Hopper

It winters on our lawn like a resting Swan.
Oh no, it's not an obsession.
Our neighbour Ron helps my husband John,
fit it out for the next destination.

In summer we get the urge to move on,
and we tow our mobile slice of heaven
So tastefully done out in pink chiffon
through narrow country lanes in Devon

Sometimes we do meet aggression,
from people who don't enjoy the season,
in such a rush to their destination,
they think the roads are their possession.

At last we get to the beach, the reason,
for all of our planning and decision.
It's so worthwhile when we feel the Sun,
in our own piece of heaven in Devon.