Our Winnebago drifted across the fields of Omaha,
—–With the sun burning the back of our necks; our A/C was broken.
—–We were chatting about the recently released space movie few months ago.
—–What was it again, my sweet darling? Oh yeah, it was Star Wars.
—–You were so fond of Luke Skywalker, and how Obi-Wan Kenobi mentored
—–The young padawan. Have I mentioned Yoda, too?
—–You also played “the force choke” game with me a few nights back,
—–While we camped and cleaned the fresh game we shot:
—–You asked me how the venison we had yesterday squealed,
—–And had me imitate it as you playfully “force-choked” me.
Life was simple, you know.
—–Serve a few saloons, get a bit of Franklins to sustain our RV,
—–Watch a movie now and then, buy and sell books.
—–Occasional plundering on the record store with those pretty Brits on the vinyls.
—–Lie down at the open fields of an old farmer and gaze at the clear night sky.
—–Run from the prying eyes of the sheriff, for we looked like tramps.
But they’re y’all wrong, y’know, my darling?
—–We may be tramps, but we’re rich with fables and fantasies.
—–Faerie tales of love and adventures,
—–At the price of a few dollars and a hefty lot of inspiration.
—–We bartered our time to sustaining ourselves,
—–While others traded theirs with numbers on papers,
—–Which they called mortgages and shares,
—–And they said:
———-“We lived a wonderful life.”
—–As they gasped for their final breath.
—–Too bad their fastbacks cannot be raced through heaven,
—–And their debts are to be inherited by their children.
All we ever had and have
—–Are time, love and liberty,
—–And the most epic journey worth retelling to a hundredfold.