Thursday, February 6, 2014

The Log Cabin Comments

Rating: 5.0

Sometimes at night
In the fading light
It does come back to me
Where a log cabin stood deep in the woods
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Nick krakana
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me poet yeps poet 16 December 2021

U R A FIVE POINTER POET ALL UR POEMS ARE GOOD WE WILL READ THEM U DO OURS TOO

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John Beaton 15 September 2018

Hi, Nick. I enjoyed this. The joys of not being tied to the clock (and the last three lines of stanza 2 are a great way of saying this): appreciation of food (bacon, trout and tea): and the sweet tiredness of coming back from a day's fishing then sleeping in your fishing clothes. The log cabin and the bush. Reading your poem roused some similar memories and brought me on a lovely visit there.

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