There was an old log cabin where I used to go <br /> Because there lived my Aunt Millie and my chubby Uncle Joe. The old wood cook stove did it's job real fine, <br /> Especially when old Joe went fishing and caught one on his line. They were two special folks that I won't soon forget in the old log cabin with that wood burning stove and oil lamps at night that gave a warm glow. I wanted to stay longer when I'd hear them say, "You all come back, stay longer next time, maybe we'll find a big mountain to climb." I went back to the city with a smile and a tear, <br /> because I was leaving two people that were especially dear.<br /><br />Alice Mearns Honey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-yonder/
