A Cabin I'Ll Build Poem by Jonathan Bellmann

Into the forest I go
To cut myself some wood;
A cabin I’ll build,
A shelter from the cold.

I’ll build a firm foundation
Burrowed deep within the land,
I’ll place upon its surface
The rock I hewed by hand.

I’ll carve each log smooth,
I’ll notch them till they fit;
I’ll build the walls around me,
Firm and strong they’ll sit.

Each window will open to the sunlight,
And close each night with prayer,
Songs from birds will echo through the rafters,
Then settle gently through the air.

Nail by nail I’ll attach the planks
Upon the rafters they will go,
Enough to stem the tide of winter,
And springs tempestuous squall.

My hopes are vast,
And I dream them still,
But for now can you
My help fulfill?
Trapped beneath a tree,
I here lay
Awaiting someone
To roll it away.