Next time we will travel for fun

Tour a new pastoral scene, forget our trouble

Not to see any relative whose time has come

 

Or borrow problems from those on bubble

Risking or going under bull dozer blade.

Or buried beneath reams of post data rubble

 

Scraps of paper each with insufficient aid

Craftily hidden from snoopers and passer bys

Until message is dead or contact made

 

Yes we will have fun with a twinkle in our eyes

Blue bonnets, wild flowers wait

Creation opens wide under hill country skies