THE OLD LOG CABIN

The smell of sweet maple syrup

I remember living there and the riding the horse with stirrup

All the furniture was made out of wood

The log Cabin had plenty of trees of Sherwood

Down the way was Joseph the Lumber Jack

He had muscles that were well stacked

Joseph could cut down some trees

In fact, our Log Cabin was built and it was a breeze

Yet that Log Cabin is what I called home

It was a place where I used to roam

There was an Sun roof we called the “Dome”

But I will leave that alone

Oh that Log Cabin takes me back

I have a clear memory of it like piles in a stack

I remember a little stream that ran behind

This whole memory is all mine

Log Cabin, thanks for showing up in my mind, I will visit again from time to time.