Welcome to the Cavern,
Built from stone and timber,
Hidden in a reclusive glade,
Of one to remember,
Where a river runs,
From ample streams,
Where a wood fire burns,
Through a night of dreams,
Above the Hearth a painting sits,
Of a place untouched by controlling hands,
Where life is free in this peaceful place,
By the shores of golden sands,
Under the window of this Cavern,
An old oak desk does reside,
With paper laid out on top,
And a pen placed neatly to the side
And so this Cavern shall remain,
A perfect place for a painter or writer,
Filled with so much inspiration,
That may even flow from the river,
Jennifer Don 2010
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