Old Cabins and Mice

Old cabins and mice
Sounds cozy
And rings of a nice
Solitude 
The sound of a breeze
In the pines
A soul finding ease
By a fire
Wool sweaters and jeans
For a walk through
A wood filled with scenes of
Quiet
Old cabins and mice
Sounds cozy
And rings of a nice
Solitude
Of hours spent with broom
Mop and traps
Of scrubbing
With distaste
Of blankets with holes
Filled with fluff
And shoes with soles
Filled with holes
Old cabins and mice
Sounds cozy
And rings of a
Solitude
That mends souls
Filled with holes