The Valley

A cabin, in a place called nowhere

seated between two giants, on the fringe of the timber

everything and nothing to see, almost bare

the solitude so calm and clear, quiet as a whisper.

Daily tasks long and tiresome 

from hunting or fishing to fixing a crack

its steady hard work with lots to work from 

the satisfaction of a long day to enjoy the stars in the black.

With the days getting shorter and leaves turning red

the days ahead are soon to be harsh

but the view of a clear blue mountain lake to clear the head

all the stress of the modern world melts away like the snow in the spring 

everything is clear and clean, now your mind, you can bring.