Poetry From The Heart
An old log cabin sets between mountains
a mystic sight…a scene from a motion picture.
A snaky roadway leads to its front door
lily and iris blooms welcome along its lane
many shoes have slogged beside its trail
hoping to find a place to lay their heads.
Rich fields sway prays for a sip of water
butterflies arch and curl vibrant wings
crows stalk squawking their vocal boxes
emitting tiny winks of tints and beauty.
Buttercups curtsy greeting visitors
to a mountain home built with love.
Its entertained dignitaries and politicians
in its small rooms of exposed logs
built by farmhands of long ago
feather fills cover the framed beds
animal jackets warm wood floors
as a crackling fireplace gestures.
Pots and pans rattle in an inept kitchen…
aroma of coffee meets caller’s senses.
Invites in an unfamiliar era of cooking
offered years ago by women of old
tasty prepared goodies grace its table
filling the stomachs of those partaking.
I believe in the love in this old house
where ghosts of the past live daily
haunting guests who visit its cozy abode
as they enjoy an experience of olden days.
I believe in its foundation to stand regardless
of the winds that gust against its frame…
I believe in the mystic sight, a scene from a motion picture.
Barbara Kasey Smith wrote this poem – Copyright 2014 – Use by Permission Only.