Lines West: A Sigh

A Sigh

There was a place built of deep longing;

A dream that was warm and inviting.

The place was cool in summer’s shade,

Dappled sun and whispers of wind.

Leafy crunch beneath the foot,

Winging friends in canopy above.

Furry thieves gather oak’s fruit below.

Creaky porch utters its welcome,

Humble door, humble home.

Dreamed with me as dreams do fly,

It went away with a sigh.

The cabin in the wood.

— By Doris Burton


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