Back Yonder Poem by Alice Mearns Honey

There was an old log cabin where I used to go
Because there lived my Aunt Millie and my chubby Uncle Joe. The old wood cook stove did it's job real fine,
Especially when old Joe went fishing and caught one on his line. They were two special folks that I won't soon forget in the old log cabin with that wood burning stove and oil lamps at night that gave a warm glow. I wanted to stay longer when I'd hear them say, "You all come back, stay longer next time, maybe we'll find a big mountain to climb." I went back to the city with a smile and a tear,
because I was leaving two people that were especially dear.