Cabin's Heart
While traveling a country road
I came
upon a site.
The sun was just about to
set,
And shed it's fading light.
Then as I glanced out in
a field
Where shrubs and bushes grow,
I
saw a bush with blooms of spring,
That really
seemed to glow
I stopped because within
the bush,
I saw something inside,
And
there up close, within the glow,
A cabin
tried to hide.
It seemed ashamed to
show itself,
Its walls were leaning
bad.
Its roof was broken, falling in,
And
seemed to be so sad.
But as I felt the spirit
there
And saw the bush aglow,
I realized
this tattered house
Had stories I should
know.
It seemed the cabin
showed to me,
Some visions from its
past.
A man who built this little
house,
In hope that it would last.
I saw his wife who
worked with him
To make this house a
home;
At last they had a settled place,
No
longer would they roam.
I saw the children as
they played
And saw them as they grew.
I
knew that they were happy here,
In all they
chose to do.
But then I saw the
family leave,
But cabin had to stay,
Yet
it had served this family well,
Until they
went away.
Then loneliness began to
fill,
The cabin's wooden walls;
No
children left to play their games,
No
mother's dinner calls.
And now so many years
have passed,
There's broken wood to
see,
And yet within these lonesome
walls
There is a dignity.
A home that served its
family well;
These walls that did their
part;
This cabin that became a home
This
home that has a heart.
© James O'Brien January
2003
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