Daddy's big axe
was all they needed
to muscle down trees,
cut limbs cleanly.
Notching each log
once on either end;
stacking them high
one upon another.
Planks slightly rotten
found in the forest,
tho' for a door
they'd do just nicely.
Inside they made a bed,
moved in an old table;
on top they placed a lamp,
casting shadows in the cabin.
All night in the dark
within their wooden hut,
each told fancy yarns
about tomorrow's forthcoming.
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