Amid the Adirondacks, my log retreat,
Beneath pines, where dreams are sweet.
Cozy nooks, where warmth thrives,
Dotted blanket of stars, cover my sleepy eyes.
Enlightened by nature, a true oasis,
Forest whispers, like ghostly traces.
Gentle streams hum, soothing sound,
Haven of peace, where joy is found.
Ivory snow covers the rugged land,
Journeying through, in joy, I stand.
Kindling fires, tall tales by the fire,
Lingering moments, until we retire.
Moonlit nights paint a surreal scene,
Nestled in solace, a haven serene.
Old spruce beams echo times of old
Pine scented memories, precious and bold.
Quietness rules in this woodland space,
Rustic charm, in each timbers grace.
Savoring solitude, a love that grows,
Tucked in the Adirondacks, where my heart glows.
Under the canopy, stars softly gleam,
Valley echoes with a philosopher's dream.
Woodsmoke trails weave stories untold,
Xanadu of my heart, in logs of gold.
Yearning fulfilled, nature's embrace,
Zeal for my cabin, a love, time won’t erase. erase