~               The light shines in the old window
                           Near the silent meadow
                      A crack runs through one pane
                       And the wood is dry and aged
                 See the motes swirling in the beams
                    That stream through the window
        There is a photograph though nearly faded to blank
                       A dog a boy and his parents
                     No one knows who they where
                            Yet they look happy
                      It seems they found life here
    But it has been many years since this cabin has known
      The sound of creaking as feet move across the floor
                     Or of children playing in the yard
               Its not but grass grown tall and rampant
              Slowly returning the house to the ground
      On the lee side rests a grave that once was carved
    But the wind and the weather has worn it nearly gone
                 A nexus of life grown bereft of man
                       Yet it seems no worse off
               Its going back from whence it began
         Yet still the moonlight fills the window at night
                   And dreams it dreams it dreams
                              Men come and go
                               Yet earth abides