The Cabin in the Woods
I pass the cities and I pass the towns,
Headed North on the North bound.
I exit the four lane, now it is two,
I smell the country, the skies are more blue.
With the city behind me I continue to roam,
The backroads are calling, calling me home.
The stresses reducing, my thinking much clearer,
I continue my journey, dust cloud in my mirror.
I’m headed for two lanes, way off the grid,
Where rivers run wild wild and secrets are hid.
I exit the vehicle, and take to the trail,
That will lead me to peace, it’s my holy grail.
A spiritual place, where nature abounds,
My pine log temple, with no one around.
I enter the cabin, unload my pack,
Move the rocker to the porch, and thank God I’m back.
A light rain is falling, the sun fights to break through,
The clouds open up, a rainbows in view.
An eagle soars over to welcome me home,
The spirits are with me, I’m never alone.
I long for the wilderness, and I always will,
Mother Nature the artist, the canvas, the paint.
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