“Like a bird that strays from its nest is a man who wanders away from his home.” Proverbs 27:8
I wrote this poem years ago when visiting a small RV park:
They leave their fancy houses up north
before the snow begins to fall
and migrate in their oversized
almost antique Caddies or Continentals to hole
out in the sun in a quart-size
Park Model or a 5th Wheel
with only two wheels.
A sign at the entrance says 55+ are welcome.
Guests dressed in polyester pants
and shirts waving stars and stripes
walk and stop to chat or follow a yapping
shaggy dog on a short leash.
Concrete roadrunners go nowhere.
Fake flowers have no fragrance.
Tattered flags wait for a breeze.
An engraved sign tells “An old bird
and a cute little chick live here.”
They play shuffleboard when bored,
Cards or crafts to keep from going crazy.
A cockeyed “For Sale” sign begs in a window.
Have the owners died . . .or are they dying
to get out of the park.
I’ll spend my summer keeping cool by swimming, kayaking, or canoeing–no shuffleboard for me. And, like Apostle Paul who ministered about Jesus to the people he met, I hope to share meditation moments with people I meet.
Lord, give me the opportunity for ministry while on my journey. Amen.