A Day At The Cabin Poem by Rhonda Baker

It is late in the afternoon, about 3 O'clock
I must find some shade, it's too hot on the dock
I stretch out on the lounge with a good book
I can't put it down, on the story I'm hooked
My daughter is calling, she wants to play knock
There's time before dinner, as I glance at the clock
My luck is no good, I've lost everything
Just in time for the dinner bell to ring
After dinner I feel, ' I must have some luck...? '
But once again, I'm still in a rut!



7/8/09