MY LITTLE HIDEAWAY

Once a year I am able to get away 
From the steady seven to three shift 
And every other weekend drag

I look forward to the mountains of Pennsylvania 
Where my friends' little cabin was located 
We had shared the hideaway only once 

Since he cannot travel as before 
Due to his leg being amputated 
Diabetes you know!

I would make the trip as he asked 
Just to make sure that everything was ok
He was so fond of that little hut,
But I soon found my trip to be 
More of a mental and physical relaxation 
For me

As I follow the tracks early one spring morning 
I marvel at the landscape view 
Leaves filling the treetops.. all colorful, swaying to a gentle breeze 
The sounds of birds, insects, and animals 
All expressing their voices with true confidence 

Singing nonstop, churning, and subduing 
The distant rumbles of the combustible engine 
Fading like a cloud carrier by the winds intent 
I felt to myself.. this is what life is all about 
Raw, beautiful, untouched nature invading my minds curiosity 
The total opposite of my every day grind 

As I slow my step, pausing to engage 
In this picturesque 
I counted various species of birds 
Ants, worms, beetles and butterflies 
It was as though Eden' gate was opened unto me 

As I reached where the hut was located 
Some four hours later 
I found myself in a state of shock 
The little hide away was burnt to the ground 
Assaulted by human hands
And so the journey continued back to the cities pestilence.

Wilford Barker.