A POEM - THE BEST PLACE YET

THE BEST PLACE YET
I spent a week there,
On the floor of the surf shed.
I wrote nearly seventy pages,
Finished my book,
And spent barely a dime,
As I’d done some work for
Food and board.
Packing up my things,
For a short move up north,
I looked around the place,
Always gauging my stay,
Based on how much I’d written.
“now,” I said out loud,
In a farewell sorta way,
“this has been the best place yet!”