I saw you born,
I saw your skeleton,
I know every corner and your walls,
You were built by a wise old man,
You were the product of his imagination.
Strong yet warm,
You withstood cold weather, torrential rain , dry heat
And there you were always ready to receive us.
How many stories can be told in that log cabin?
I made important decisions there
And because of those decisions I am writing this poem
How often did you see me drunk or unconscious?
You saw me grow,
You were always there
In my memories, in my desires.
Love stories you have for many,
Tears soaked the inside of your property,
And loud laughers
You keep so many secrets
that they will never be known.
You encapsulates the entire universe in your woods.