PW (10/01/1970 / Webster, New Hampshire)

The Cabin (1988r)

A place that is my own,
deep in the countryside.
In fields that fill with snow,
lies a cabin where I hide.

Away from all the crowds,
and the things that disturb me.
This place so filled with peace,
is where I long to be.

Where the sun is always golden,
as it sits in skies on high.
Where I can see no smog,
just the clouds in the sky.

No one knows where I hide,
because it lies deep inside.

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