Just a small cabin in the woods
A shack really
One room, a woodstove
A rocker and sagging old bed
You built it for me
Go there when you need to
So tonight I pack my back pack
Stuffing in warm clothes
A few books
In the morning I'll get a ride
To the edge of the woods
Then I'll walk
Crunching on the fallen leaves
Snapping fallen twigs
Stepping into small piles of snow
Not melted by the weakend sun
Crisp cold air filling my lungs
Crisscrossing the stream several times
Listening intently for sounds
Of anyone following me
Knowing full well that no one is
There in the small clearing
Just ahead, hidden among the trees
A sigh of relief escapes my lips
I need to be here
Peace slowly slips into my soul
As I cross the clearing
Setting my back pack down
I sit for a moment on the steps
Drinking in the quiet beauty of the morning
Letting it wash over me
Soothing away all the stress
Just sitting here on the steps
I haven't come here for a few years
But you, you come every years
Splitting wood and stacking it
Airing it out
Making sure no critters have taken up residence
Just making sure that its ready if I need it
With a sigh I rise up and unlock the door
Smiling because nothings changed
Walking in I set the pack on the bed
Go over to the stove and open the door
Wood at the ready
Just waiting to be lit
Strike a match
Hold it just right
Flame flickering out kissing the wood
Fire started, warming the old shack
I sit in the rocker looking out the window
Rocking slowly back and forth
Hiding away in my hidden solitude

IT SOUNDS REAL NICE MISS POET,,,IT SOUNDS 'TRANQUIL'...CALM.

Awesome heck took me right to that
cabin with ya girl I'm jealous I
need me a cabin up in the woods to
go run too and just hide in.

DONT WE ALL

GOOD WORK