We rise as the sun stretches its golden embrace,
The week ahead, we pack for the race.
With Easter winds, a journey unfolds,
In a motorhome, a tale to be told.
The engine hums as we leave the city’s maze,
The scent of adventure in early spring’s haze.
Beneath skies of pale blue and hints of soft gold,
We’re bound for the unknown, where stories unfold.
The road stretches out like an endless embrace,
As we leave behind the rush, the pace.
With windows down, the breeze sweeps in,
A fresh new chapter, let the journey begin.
Along winding lanes and coastal trails,
Through small country villages, past market stalls,
We pass through hills that roll like a dream,
Green fields, dotted with sheep, their soft bleat a theme.
The world spins slowly, no hurry to be found,
As we cross over rivers, and soft hills around.
A church steeple rises, tall and grand,
A reminder of Easter, this holy land.
Easter bells ring in distant towns,
And we listen as the silence drowns,
The echo of a season that’s both sacred and sweet,
A motorhome journey, a life to complete.
The countryside blooms in delicate hues,
The daffodils sway in the morning’s cool blues.
A memory of spring, of renewal and hope,
In the windows we watch, as landscapes elope.
We stop by the roadside for tea and a break,
A picnic spread out for us to partake.
The kettle whistles, and the steam rises high,
As we gaze at the birds soaring in the sky.
The hills grow steeper, the clouds darken a bit,
But the motorhome’s warmth is a perfect fit.
Through rain and through mist, we keep moving along,
A journey of peace, where we all belong.
The chatter of children, laughter, and play,
The driver’s hand steady, guiding the way.
As the miles unfold, we feel time slow,
In the hum of the engine, the world below.
We pass through ancient towns, stone walls that tell,
Of centuries passed, of lives that fell.
We pause to explore, to soak in the past,
To search for the stories that forever will last.
By the fireside we rest, with mugs in our hands,
The aroma of Easter, in our hearts it expands.
Roast lamb in the oven, a feast to enjoy,
As we recall the joy, of being a child, a toy.
Outside, the stars begin their ascent,
A blanket of night, the day’s content.
The soft hum of the motorhome is all we hear,
A sense of togetherness, so precious, so dear.
In the morning, we wake with the sun,
The Easter weekend, a new day begun.
Eggs are found in the grass, hidden with care,
A treasure hunt shared, a love in the air.
The road calls us onward, there’s more to explore,
The motorhome waits, we long for much more.
With every turn, with each passing lane,
Our hearts grow fuller, no longer the same.
Through rolling hills, by the sea’s soft embrace,
We find peace in the journey, at our own pace.
The hum of the engine, a steady refrain,
As we take our time, through sunshine and rain.
Through quaint little towns and bustling harbours,
We taste the fish and chips, savour the starters.
In the night, we sit by the fire’s warm glow,
And dream of the places we’ve yet to go.
The motorhome, our refuge, our haven so true,
A world of our own, where dreams can renew.
We laugh, we talk, we share silent sighs,
Under the ever-watching, starry skies.
The Easter journey, it’s never just about,
The places we see, the things we shout.
It’s about the time spent, the people we meet,
And the memories woven, so tender, so sweet.
So, we pack up our bags, the time has come near,
For homeward we head, our hearts full of cheer.
With the open road fading in the rear view’s glass,
We carry the joy, as the moments pass.
The road may have ended, but the stories still told,
In the fabric of travel, in the heart of the bold.
For Easter is more than a date on a page,
It’s the freedom, the love, the moments we stage.
And so, we return from the journey so free,
With our hearts full of memories, like the waves in the sea.
A motorhome adventure, one for the books,
A story of Easter, with endless nooks.
Tomorrow may call, with its busyness grand,
But today we hold still, and understand:
That the journey itself is the gift that we seek,
In a motorhome ride, through Easter’s mystique.
Easicampers
New Manor Service Station
Parkfield Road
Wolverhampton
WV4 6EL
01902 491449
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