Today’s #bloganuary prompt reminded me of a poem I wrote when I first started travelling in my campervan, fondly known as Brutus the Beast. Brutus, or in fact any RV, is my preferred mode of travel. I can go where I want, stop when I want, stay where I want because
my home travels with me … it truly is an adventurous yet very relaxing lifestyle. My byline for my blog, The Snail Trail, is ‘travelling with my home on my back and in no hurry to get anywhere’. And that’s why I travel in the slow lane!
I travel in the slow lane
To make the most of every day
And notice all the little things
That come to pass my way.
Now Brutus, my old campervan,
Travels at an old boy's pace
And he's taught me to appreciate
Life's not a flat out race.
We take our time and look around
We stop and look and feel
Each place we go we get to know,
They all become more real.
Now I note the changing landscape,
I appreciate the trees,
I hear the different birdsongs,
I feel the cooling breeze.
I used to travel in the fast lane
Always rushing everywhere,
I went to a lot of places
But saw nothing when I was there.
So now I travel in the slow lane
And life gives me so much more,
And I look at those in the fast lane
And wonder what they're rushing for.
There are a lot of great experiences
That you'll miss as you fly by
If you're rushing in the fast lane
Stop and ask the question, Why?
Come and join me in the slow lane
And get to know life's simple pleasures,
And discover sights and sounds of life
As you uncover nature's treasures.