The log cabin in
the hinterland's golden trees
hunter's paradise
Fishing on the lake
dragonflies mosquitoes bite
giant catfish jump
A place to think, dwell
upon life's reflections in
a wooden cabin
Waldon's pond I think
there should be more quiet places
for hibernation
Among golden leaves
and marshland pines a legend
haunts: Jersey Devil
Nestled among trees
ripe with fruit and golden boughs
my abode-heaven
Little forest hut
just right for austere pleasures
solitude...myself
Lakeside view palace
gazebo for parties and
old trees to swing on
A tent in the wind
lifted, traveled, unanchored
nomadic feet dance
Ancient ruins from past
civilizations recalls
lives wind blown away
I'm homeward bound to
the hills of my ancestors'
nestled mountain town
No matter where I
roam home is in my heart loved
by me forever
No matter where I
dwell home sweet home is in me
until my soul leaves
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