The Cabin (1988r) Poem by Patrick Wescott
The Cabin (1988r)
A place that is my own,
deep in the countryside.
In fields that fill with snow,
lies a cabin where I hide.
Away from all the crowds,
and the things that disturb me.
This place so filled with peace,
is where I long to be.
Where the sun is always golden,
as it sits in skies on high.
Where I can see no smog,
just the clouds in the sky.
No one knows where I hide,
because it lies deep inside.
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