~ Forgotten Old Cabin
A forgotten old cabin at sunset,
Whose chinks have loosened and fell,
Only a few miles from the city,
But how many tales it could tell.
Built by the hands of a husband
Who brought his bride here to dwell.
Of children who played on the doorstep,
A family that changed through the years,
Of birth, joy, laughter, and singing,
Yes, also, death, sorrow, and tears.
If an old cabin could remember
The warmth that it gave from the cold,
The shade of the tree in the front yard,
Its branches now twisted and old,
Would it speak once more of its loved ones,
And stories that never were told?
We gave it a family at sunset,
For we saw its beauty, of course,
But it’s just a forgotten old cabin,
No feelings, no hopes no remorse.
But it’s just a forgotten old cabin, No feelings, no hopes no remorse. Beautiful!
Ah yes, I love it, for the setting, the essence and the memories. Beautiful poem Adeline.
Adeline maybe the cabin has no memories, but you gave it a place in your poetical memory. Beautiful write, love it. The cabin has given you feelings, hopes and no remorse as you look back upon it each time you read these words. You put your heart into the telling of it's story. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
Wonderful poem Adeline loved it.You paint a lovely picture with your words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What stories old buildings could tell. Very nice poem.