While traveling a country road I came upon a site. The sun was just about to set, And shed it's fading light. Then as I glanced out in a field Where shrubs and bushes grow, I saw a bush with blooms of spring, That really seemed to glow I stopped because within the bush, I saw something inside, And there up close, within the glow, A cabin tried to hide. It seemed ashamed to show itself, Its walls were leaning bad. Its roof was broken, falling in, And seemed to be so sad. But as I felt the spirit there And saw the bush aglow, I realized this tattered house Had stories I should know. It seemed the cabin showed to me, Some visions from its past. A man who built this little house, In hope that it would last. I saw his wife who worked with him To make this house a home; At last they had a settled place, No longer would they roam. I saw the children as they played And saw them as they grew. I knew that they were happy here, In all they chose to do. But then I saw the family leave, But cabin had to stay, Yet it had served this family well, Until they went away. Then loneliness began to fill, The cabin's wooden walls; No children left to play their games, No mother's dinner calls. And now so many years have passed, There's broken wood to see, And yet within these lonesome walls There is a dignity. A home that served its family well; These walls that did their part; This cabin that became a home This home that has a heart. James O'Brien January 2003 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Mail

     

 

 

After All
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