Cabin In the Woods

Tucked away on a mountain slope I will still find my cabin I hope, To sit by the curving river wide Viewing the ambient mountain side. No knocks on the door, no city lights Only the quietness and the astonishing sights, Gather the wood to warm the abode I will enjoy life here whatever my mode. No meadows in which to wander But narrow streams flow just yonder Sun’s rays clasping tall pine trees Gentle winds generate a warm breeze. Autumn air lessens the ponderous minds Eliminates the stuffy life style that binds Connecting to nature’s fortress that bonds Commencing splender which lies beyond.