The Cabin
Dejected, worn and faded
Standing alone, but not forgotten
The voices of yesteryear still echo around the ridges and hills.
The cabin, nce the gathering place for the family
Still sits yearning for someone to come inside and fill her empty spaces with sound again.
Reared by slaves who toiled for their good master
She was built fine and sturdy.
She has weathered many storms.
Come inside and hear her stories
Look through the windows of her soul
Learn of her patient protection provided to her inhabitants
She will remain ageless, strong and forever a part of me.
