The Cabin

You can catch a fish at the lake I know Or an aromatic breeze from the pines Or chop wood if you must Maybe you’d rather bask in the sunshine Relax in the shade for a while then With a cool glass of lemonade Listen to the loons on the water Squelching their serenade Try your luck with a pole on the dock at dusk Hold tight—a big one out there Reminisce at night over coffee by the fire Telltales of the fish you spared Snuggle in at night and take a deep breath The air is always fresh at the lake And hopefully by tomorrow morn You’ll be greeted by a sun-filled daybreak