THE FRAME

Written by: daver austin

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