Cabin On A Hill

There is a cabin on a hill, the image sharp in memory. It's been a while since I was there, but I still know it waits for me. The walls are hewn of sturdy oak, cut many generations past. Great grandfather meant for them to stand the test of time and last. But still the years did slip away, for as a youth I had to roam, to find the treasure of the earth beyond the valley of my home. And now in age I can't return, for I have waited much too long. So my advice to you is search, before life ends its precious song. You'll find your cabin on a hill; do not put off the dreamer's quest. For all you have to do is try; you cannot fail, just do your best.