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