Cabin 'neath The Trees

• Hannah Roux, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

In the streams of Africa I bathed in my youth
The woods were wide the mountains tall
In the land of truth
The water still and tea leaf brown silver dance in springs
The red sun lay on lakes of gold as the dawn bird sings

The trees of cedar and of oak
Shaded cool green groves
We slept in pine wood cabin rooms
And ate fresh baked loaves
The sun danced 'tween the shaded trees
And turned leaves to gold
With that uncursed, freed Midas touch
That cannot be sold

But there I things we cannot be
And idle is one
Thus I left the mountains royal
And lands beneath the sun
Now I am young yet full of age
And thought's memories
And I can see the mountains' fair
Cabin 'neath the trees