Hidden in the forest of trees
I stand alone and forlorn.
Windows shuttered, ugly metal door looking east,
Watching the morning Sun.
It was not always so.
I rose from the ground long ago,
Built by loving hands from native rocks,
I became a cabin to be proud of.
Open wooden door, smoke gently curling from the chimney.
I was filled with fun and love, joyful laughter, ringing song.
Dear Stranger, should you pass my way,
Please stop and say "Hello".
Harold Canon S500
The revised image is now posted at the top of the thread.
