The Cabin
Dejected
Worn and faded
Standing alone but not forgotten
The voices of yesteryear
Still echo around the ridges and hills
The cabin
Once 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 people
She will remain ageless
Strong
And forever a part of me
