Cabin Poems - Poems about Cabin

... I woke up to a gentle tapping on our window pane…. I thought it was a bird…turns out it was the rain. Deborah ,unaffected by the soft tap, tap, tapping on our window pane and still in the mids......Read the rest...

... Today we traveled from Bayfield, Wisconsin to Bark River, Michigan We are staying at a beautiful cabin by the lake…. The 200 mile drive went smoothly…except for one slight navigational mistake. ......Read the rest...

...You see that there? That’s Sinter’s Cross, on the bluff by the stream, a cross has stood there with his name since eighteen eighty-three. That was the year John Sinter fell, but I’ll not skip ah......Read the rest...

...My Dad was the best He was there when I needed him most He was my best friend He helped me through hard times He loved me no matter what We would go for rides together We would ......Read the rest...

...There is a cabin in the woods There is a light upon the shade Smoke drifts slowly out the chimney From the fire that they had made There is food upon the table As they go down upon their knees ......Read the rest...

...[Part 1 - Day 1] Oh what my wearying world has wrought... Mind and soul and body aged - broken before my time. How many burdens can I carry? Crosses can I bear? The decade passed drew like a ra......Read the rest...

... As part of planning this trip—-for one night we were set to reside in a tiny house in Alberta, Canada…that came with a teepee on the side. This tiny house had all the amenities we needed…much t......Read the rest...

...The laws are not in the management of the soul, but the greatest science fruits are punished with the sounds of the rails that follow the trains of the cows living without breaking the suffering of G......Read the rest...

... We awoke in Idaho at our little cabin in the woods to a chorus of birds… one in particular thought it would be fine to tap upon our window…as if to say ‘rise and shine’ So we rose and shone an......Read the rest...

... Before we left this morning on the next leg of our journey there was one more place in Spokane I felt we had to see. It’s called the Indian Painted Rocks Trail…so before we left for Idaho we d......Read the rest...

...I remember when the walls were red. Not a single person was dead. The room was big and wide, And it was so easy to confide. I lived in cabin seven. Jacque called it Heaven. I never thought I’......Read the rest...

...a cozy cabin slumbers on the mountain side, hidden within a thicket of wheatgrass swaying in the brisk summer breeze, full of fresh fragrances of pine and spruce Behind the cabin, a lanky tre......Read the rest...

...Hedonism  There was a time when ships were hard to handle a crew of thirty-four or more and boys of fifteen  were employed to do the washing up after meals and clean floors A fraught time when......Read the rest...

... When we’re about to leave our cabin in North Carolina I always feel compelled to take a moment…pull the cord…and ring Grandma’s old black bell. This bell hangs next to the cabin steps where ......Read the rest...

... The final count is in…as I sit down to write these words In 2 weeks at our cabin…we’ve heard 52 different birds! Of these 52 different kinds of birds…we’ve only seen a few Because most of them......Read the rest...