Poemetry: A Cabin

My roof may leak,

my planks be warped,

and my walls creak;

my entrance chilled,

my rafters webbed

and termite drilled,

but my fireplace

burns fervent warm,

so warm your face

by its crackling heat,

sit by its side,

and rest your feet.

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