November 28, 2020
The day will come, we’ll roam about.
We’ll be set free to hug and shout.
No longer locked inside our home,
Where will we go? Where shall we roam?
If we’re set free, immune this spring,
I’ll pack the car; we’ll have a fling.
Perhaps another Branson trip,
We’ll see some shows down on the strip.
Perhaps Hot Springs to soak our bones,
We’ll just relax, turn off our phones.
We’ll make our journey to the ark,
Take in the sights, walk in the park.
When summer hits and it gets hot,
We’ll travel to a cooler spot,
Refreshing feel of mountain breeze
That filters through the aspen trees.
For now we’re warm and safe inside,
Content with you here by my side.