At the end of the road in the back of the woods
Amongst a setting of allure a log cabin stood
Someone’s dreams and hopes wrapped up
In a one-room cabin with a couple of plates and cups
Meager necessities, what does one need
When your the only mouth in the house to feed
A life of solitude in a cabin built on a hill
With only nature surrounding you to instill
A question in your brain goes through you
Perhaps life would be better shared by two
A beautiful poem. love it