The campervan catapulted
All of grandfather's tools spilled out
everything fell toward the roof
But before it couls touch fell back down
He wasn't afraid, he was anticipating more
Red faced, he was once the craftsman
A jeweller focused on the sparkle
Everything fell almost exactly back into place
The campervan followed the winding drive round and around
Until we found ourselves almost over a cliff
So into reverse following our tracks exactly
Until we were back to the known
There we found kindnesses and familiarity
Stubbornesses and tranquil homelife
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