In Memory of The Hide-A-Way: A Gatlinburg Cabin

[image error] This was the view from the back deck of The Hide-A-Way, a cabin perched in the Smoky Mountains where Frank and I spent several weekends getting back to nature and into mischief in Gatlinburg, TN. This structure and the surrounding forest were completely destroyed by the recent wildfires. I penned this poem after our first stay at this special place. 

The Hide-A-Way

Embraced by the mountains and sky,
Watched over by the oak and pine,
Befriended by the hawk and owl,
The cabin looks calmly down at the forest below.
 
A powerful peace resides here,
Always eager for visitors,
Especially the young and the young-at-heart.
 
In Spring,
Flowers stage a fragrant rebellion and taunt the honeybees.
 
In Summer,
Laughter plays hide-and-seek with the July fireflies.
 
In Autumn,
Leaves tell stories of mountain men and star-crossed lovers.
 
In Winter,
Snow keeps secrets told by dreamers beneath handmade quilts.
 
In all seasons,
The cabin whispers,
“Welcome to the Hide-A-Way,
Make certain to enjoy your stay.”