[NicknamedBob]

Ah! Here's the other one. I couldn't find it one day, so I just wrote another poem with the same theme.

Outside In

No matter how snug your cabin,
There’s one thing you still must do.
Build it right, and chink it tight,
And always leave a view.

All of our comforts come with a price,
A ball and inevitable chain,
A sense of discomfort you’ve kept away,
As seen through your own windowpane.

The best room is always the one where you live,
And the fireplace makes it so warm,
But you must have a window to see the outside,
As you all snuggle safe from the storm.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . March 2, 2005

Sounds familiar, eh?

[Tax-chick]

That’s like a dream sequence, Bob.

[Monkey Face]

So thanks, Bob! I love those memories. :o]