Dusty Cabin Poem by Barry Middleton

the fire is lit and casts a glow
across the cabin floor
imagination takes me there
beyond the final door

OK to smoke my pipe again
for I am healthy now
a promise made in Eden's vale
affirmsits solemn vow

does Universe live on in dust
or does the soul survive
I believe I know the truth of it
as well as I contrive

still everyone may certainly choose
what lies beyond that door
I choose a forest camp house stove
and dusty cabin floor

I hear a squeaky rocking chair
and then I light my pipe
a book is open in my lap
to heaven's archetype

here I will rest in forest deep
by waters dark and slow
I'll try to come back very soon
if there's another show