The Frame
THE FRAME
Walking along a mountain trail
We came upon this simple frame
So scant and weathered leaning
Logs peeled and frail
An old canteen
Side a dry creek
Some empty cans
Held pork and beans
Just rocks and sticks
The small clearing
Had been ravaged
By nature’s licks
We stood a spell
Imagining
(cabin complete)
(retreat - to dwell)
In days long gone
What was the change
Death or taxes?
Then we moved on
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2013
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