In a cabin by the lake,
Mr. Moose watched you make
A copy of the view
Without me or you.
Hey! I never claimed to be a poet. My use of meter and rhyme stalled out about age nine.
Can you imagine having a quiet afternoon in this room? The light looks good to curl up beside the dog on the couch and enjoy a book. What would you read? Adventure? History? Romance? Or how about — a historical romance full of adventure?
I think you can find a volume to your liking at any public library. And the writing should be better than my poetry.
