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HOME There’s a little brown log cabin Smothered by a blanket of white, Rich evergreens surround it, The porch a crystal sun highlights. Gray smoke billows from the chimney Then freezes at winter’s cold bite. The glimmer on the face of the window Blazes like a beaconing light. This dwelling is nestled in velvet Like the moon is caressed by the night And to see this cabin from a distance Is, indeed, a rewarding sight. But to know it’s the end of one’s journey Fills this man’s heart with delight.