A cabin sound, made of wood
An oak floor, time withstood
First an ax then the saw
Chisel, sandpaper, nail, hammer of claw
Each tree a life, a memory felled
Where ancient settlers dwelled
Each generation leaves their mark
A ladder of wooden words climbing out of past's dark
A palace formed of suffering sweat
A gift to the ungrateful they did beget
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: December 29th, 2025 03:23
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Comments1
Good write SB. Yes, I leave KP in a log cabin for months, and throw away the key! lol.
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