The Cabin in the Hills
All ready was I to traverse the woods
To reach my cabin my night.
My pack, filled to the brim with goods,
And I left by dawn's first light.
I hiked over hill and past vast lakes
To travel to my great cabin.
"Ah-hah! That hill is the one that makes
My journey come to fin!"
However, when I climbed above,
No cabin was in sight.
"Forsooth! this is the wrong place, Mount Dove.
Now where am I going to spend the night?"
To reach my cabin my night.
My pack, filled to the brim with goods,
And I left by dawn's first light.
I hiked over hill and past vast lakes
To travel to my great cabin.
"Ah-hah! That hill is the one that makes
My journey come to fin!"
However, when I climbed above,
No cabin was in sight.
"Forsooth! this is the wrong place, Mount Dove.
Now where am I going to spend the night?"
And you thought that I had posted all of my writings from my Creative Writing class three years ago. Ha! This was part of the Surprise Ending Poetry assignment. It's not particularly good, but it's not half-bad either.