Ode to Woodsman's Cabin

Oh, little cabin in a wood,
A fine, upstanding force for GOOD,
What draws me back, what makes me stay,
To while day after day, away?


I love your sturdy oakiness,
Your unasham'ed folkiness,
Off beat, off grid but that's all right,
I love the night, by candlelight....


And though you're not considered 'plush'
(a compost loo that has no flush),
Simplicity, is good for me,
I can't think where I'd rather be.


Disclaimer: Your cabin correspondant is not and has never been a poet and any similarity to any poet alive or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional.