The woodman’s ax
The X marks the spot
Wood chopping being a regular chore
A Wooden Log cabin built from grace into galore
It was nestled well in the deep forest away from any close by dwellers
The Old Man alone accomplished this
Thus
It was always the Old Man’s dream
You would find the Old Man many times fishing at a stream
His catch would seem like a movie a flick
The Old Man’s fish catching in drawer dropping thick
Now the Old Man wasn’t rich, but really poor
He had gained knowledge having full of wisdom
Freedom on his mind to explore in a world unknown
The same Old Man from his youth with ambitions that continued beyond
It was precision with time
A fireplace and a rocking chair where the old man would often seat
The old man was his own narrator
He would talk aloud as his he had an audience, but it was always the furniture that was there, but no response from listening
The Old Man would reflect on where his life all started and the age of longevity
A Wooden Log Cabin with an old Man’s name on it
But tragedy struck one day, the log cabin was hit by a bolt of lightning
The Log Cabin burned up in flames being total destroyed
But the old man had died prior, but lived a good life
A Statue was dedicated in honor of everlasting in memory of the Old Man
A man with strength in character and devoted determination
Below the Old Man’s statue read, “The Old Man who saw a vision and built a foundation of a Wooden Log Cabin being of solid precision and a heart of gold”.