The CabinA cabin nestled in the woods, Sitting beside a small pond; Well back off the road, My memories of it are fond. My father built the cabin, He built the fireplace of stone; With his two loving hands, There is no electricity or phone. Everything there is peaceful, Quiet and totally serene; The cabin is the best place, To go to think and dream. Nature pure and undefiled, Rabbits, Squirrel and Deer abound; No one can hunt and kill them, They are safe in this compound. Tucked away from the world, And away from all the stress; I go there to be alone and heal, And drink in the quietness. I think of the picnics we have had there, Swimming, gathering wildflower bouquets, Winter ice skating parties too, Family getting together to laugh and play. The cabin is a good place to pray, Surrounded by God's artistry; An ever changing season palette Reminds me of God's majesty. As my memories fill me with emotion, And I experience the beauty of these days; I know without a shred of doubt, God has truly blessed me in many ways. Author Unknown �SueBee 2000� View my old guestbook