At the Cabin

There's a little town
at the base of a hill
It's known as Clifton
We go there with Jill

It's history is short
less than 200 years
But when this family gathers
We give it three cheers

It holds many memories
Grandma, Grandpa and Dad
It's where he grew up
What adventures he had

From hail storms on horses
Skinny Dipping in hats
Buying new sneakers
And old barn cats

We also remember
those who came long before
Grandpa shooting the Indian
and so many more.

We like to hear Grandpa
recite stories long past
Like the Wee Small Red Hen
And Annie's long fast

So once every year
We gather together
To spend time with family
Taking time to remember