Little Cabin
It was a small and cozy cabin
With a little stove inside
And we camped there many days
In the winter time
We always had a campfire
Outside with post oak wood
And we told our stories there
As best as we could
We roasted franks some nights
And had chili sometimes too
With everyone pitching in
To help prepare the food
After supper there were beds
Adjustable and all our own
With pillows for our heads
And sheets just like home
When it was time to get up
Dad was the first to stir
And we drank coffee with him
And were the early birds
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A wonderful experience, especially having coffee with your dad and nature.
Thanks, G. I still have memories of coffee time shared with dad. They were very dear times.
A lovely write and pic w c.
Thanks, orchidee. I'm glad you enjoyed them.
MANY THANKS for your nostalgic Poem Friend ~ BRIAN here ! I'm sure it brought back many memories. We always lived near the coast so we had a beach hut for day visits ! We couldn't stay in the HUT overnight but we kept a big Family Tent (sleeps eight) in the HUT and went to the adjacent Camp Site. Of such things are family memories made of ! Please check our SITE ~ It is Angela's Poem today (we share the site) ~ JESUS is my Saviour ~ THANKS BRIAN Love the photo of the HUT ~ and a very elegant POEM !
Thanks, Brian! My family also enjoyed the coast. We vacationed there each summer and had a really good time. I always wanted to go offshore fishing but never did. I did catch a fish or two while fishing on a jetty. The seagulls always followed in hope that we might share some fish bait with them. One day I want to go there and do that offshore fishing.
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