Cabin Bliss
Being at the cabin is wonderful,
in fact, it's a dream.
Driving up the three hours
is an experience within itself.
As we travel the hundreds of miles up north,
the colors of the leaves are bright green,
and full.
Once we reach the famous Pease Road,
we turn right with exuberance.
I am overwhelmed with excitement.
Down the steep gravelly road is the log cabin,
I call it heaven.
Once we park,
I dread carrying all of our groceries,
and luggage up the steps and into the cabin.
It's a treacherously long process,
and I would much rather hop on the boat,
and go for a dip.
Once my chores are completed,
I put on my swim suit and head toward the dock.
Now begins my vacation; swimming in the deep lake, and jumping off the jet skis.
No cellular communication, no mobile devices.
Just me, my family, and the wilderness.
It's the greatest time of the year.
It is the most beautiful time,
and the most serene.
1 comment:
Ellen, your imagery paints a picture of your cabin in my mind. I think this poem is awesome and if you put it together with a rhyme scheme it would be super awesome!
-Max
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