On the mountainside a little cabin I did find there

So quaint this log cabin overgrown, I stare

Clematis and wisteria festooned the rails around

Rising up to the roof and back then to the ground

A kitchen garden so carefully tended

The small picket fence around needs to be mended

One small well in the garden stood

A little roof on it made from wood

Running across the small backyard

A little stream so pure not hard

Chickens played and scratched around

If you look, hard nests with eggs can be found

A goat or two were eating hay

They could come and go as they may

A stallion stood in his coral alert

He worried me so my eyes I did avert

Windmill power I saw it had

Electricity I sure am glad

City life definitely not for me

A country person I would be

So if you look very hard for me

I’m over there lying under that tree