ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
The week has dragged on far too long, it’s time to get away,
You pack the car and sing a song when Friday comes your way.
You fight the traffic and the heat, you long for the serene.
You need a place to hide away, a different kind of scene,
The fence has seen its better days, the roof is leaking too,
Mosquitos fill the air at night, to get a taste of you,
The rooms are small and crowded, you think it holds such peace,
A place where you can get some rest, your troubles to release,
A cabin in the woods is great, a tent will also do,
Get further from the noise of life and touch the morning dew,
A sleeping bag under the stars will fill the space within,
But I prefer my bed at home or at nice clean inn.