@Allgifts Australia
As we travel down the highways with our caravan in tow,
We pray to the almighty that the forecast rains won't show.
We ask that roads are solid, roos and wombats nowhere near
And with some luck by afternoon we're settled with a beer.
Our camping site is not five star, not four or even one,
But we don't care for such fine things, as long as there is sun.
As long as there is kindling close for our BBQ to fire.
To us five star is not a room, but a lifestyle to desire.
The open air, the sun, the moon, the stars at night so bright.
The freedom that our travels bring, the worries all so light.
Except of course the dreaded curse of every travelling man.
When it's time to park and rest the eyes - the backing of the van.
Now every Vaner knows that at each and every stay,
A "backing expert" waits and stalks for his new prey.
Like a hunter in the wild he will watch in silent wait,
And at the moment of reversing he'll shout - "I'll do it for you mate".
It's hard to describe to others, the life of travelling in a van
No clocks or phones or timetables, imagine if you can
Just maps and charts to study for destinations new.
And at each place a drink is had, a quiet one or two!
The friends we meet along the road all tend to be like us.
With greying hair and glasses, and a lifestyle lacking fuss.
Some say that we are nomads, with no place to call our home,
But this is no offence to us, for it's Australia that we roam.
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