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