He decided to build a cabin on my land,
I could not refuse him,
So I told him to go ahead as long as the cabin was near the woods
And not on good farm land or in the flood plain.
My grandfather gathered all the building materials he needed,
He took from friends and family and tore down old river shacks
He bought cheaply from the parks service.
He took a load of roofing iron I no longer needed.
He moved it all to the spot he had chosen on the back of his old truck,
Taking many trips and using his own muscle to load and unload.
His chosen spot was near enough to the woods to be hidden
But far enough away so a fallen tree would not crush him in the night.
I visited him a few times as he built, bringing him…
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