Photograph taken by, Theresa F. Koch.

Across the valley just past the hill
There sits a little cabin, with rooms to fill
Too long sat empty no laughter within
Its time to move somebody in

Greenhouse out back needs loving care
Perhaps a plant or two in there
Snow piles high upon its paths
Someone to remove this mess at last

Wood floors need the touch of moving feet
To finally make this house complete
Fireplace needs to feel some warmth
Windows ache for more décor
A wreath of roses on its front door

So across the valley just past the hill
Where the little cabin sits with rooms to fill
I’ll fill its walls with love and care
Putting plants in the greenhouse here and there

I’ll hang a wreath on its front door
I’ll take good care of its wood floors
I’ll shovel off its paths of stone
I’ll make this little cabin into my new home