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LOG CABIN
WE OFTEN TOOK A SUNDAY RIDE,
NOT KNOWING WHERE WE'D GO.
JUST TOOK A PICNIC BASKET
AND LET OUR WHIMSEYS FLOW.
SOMETIMES WE'D TAKE A SIDE TRIP
DOWN A HILLY, SHADY LANE,
RIDING IN A NICE GREEN TUNNEL
ALONG SIDE FIELDS OF GRAIN
ONE TIME WE FOUND A LITTLE CREEK
SHALLOW ENOUGH TO WADE
ON THE OTHER SIDE THERE WAS A CLIFF
WITH TREES TO GIVE IT SHADE.
WE COULD SEE A CABIN, AT THE TOP
WE WONDERED WHAT ELSE WAS THERE
SO, UP THE CLIFF,WE DRAGGED OUR SELF
THERE WAS NO-ONE ANYWHERE
THE CABIN WAS IN A SHAMBLES
BADLY IN NEED OF REPAIR
WITH ALL THE FURNATURE, STILL INSIDE
LIKE SOMEONE JUST DIDN'T CARE
I OFTEN THOUGHT ABOUT THAT PLACE
THE TIMES IT MUST HAVE HAD
THE PEOPLE THAT ONCE HAD LIVED THERE,
THE GOOD TIMES AND THE BAD.
I USED TO THINK WE'D GO BACK AGAIN
IT WAS OFF THE BEATEN TRACK.
I WONDERED IF OTHERS HAD FOUND IT TOO,
A TUMBLED DOWN LOG CABIN SHACK.
Copyright © Shirley Sasek
2009
NOT KNOWING WHERE WE'D GO.
JUST TOOK A PICNIC BASKET
AND LET OUR WHIMSEYS FLOW.
SOMETIMES WE'D TAKE A SIDE TRIP
DOWN A HILLY, SHADY LANE,
RIDING IN A NICE GREEN TUNNEL
ALONG SIDE FIELDS OF GRAIN
ONE TIME WE FOUND A LITTLE CREEK
SHALLOW ENOUGH TO WADE
ON THE OTHER SIDE THERE WAS A CLIFF
WITH TREES TO GIVE IT SHADE.
WE COULD SEE A CABIN, AT THE TOP
WE WONDERED WHAT ELSE WAS THERE
SO, UP THE CLIFF,WE DRAGGED OUR SELF
THERE WAS NO-ONE ANYWHERE
THE CABIN WAS IN A SHAMBLES
BADLY IN NEED OF REPAIR
WITH ALL THE FURNATURE, STILL INSIDE
LIKE SOMEONE JUST DIDN'T CARE
I OFTEN THOUGHT ABOUT THAT PLACE
THE TIMES IT MUST HAVE HAD
THE PEOPLE THAT ONCE HAD LIVED THERE,
THE GOOD TIMES AND THE BAD.
I USED TO THINK WE'D GO BACK AGAIN
IT WAS OFF THE BEATEN TRACK.
I WONDERED IF OTHERS HAD FOUND IT TOO,
A TUMBLED DOWN LOG CABIN SHACK.
Copyright © Shirley Sasek
2009
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