The Cabin By My Uncle Hugh McLachlan ~ Renfrew, Scotland.

Poems by Hugh McLachlan

The Cabin ...

The cabin's a place where old fellows meet, it gets them out of the house and in off the street. We have allsorts of games if you want to play, or just have a chinwag with your mates every day.

We have Billiards and Snooker unlike the big break, we don't play for honours for there's nothing at stake. It's for the sake of the game and the pleasure we get, it dispels all your worries so you don't need to fret.

There's Bowls for the fit, the competion is good, of course it depends if you're in the mood. The Dominoes are keen, if you don't come a cropper, if your luck is right out, it could cost you a copper.

The Darts and the Draughts are annual events, and only taken up by a few of the gents. The T.V. attracts quite a few of the fans, even if their horse is in the also rans.

So when you enter the portals, come in with a smile, forget all your worries, it's always worthwhile. We're on this earth a short time to dwell, it's up to yourself, make it heaven or hell.

So please remember don't bawl or shout, if you've any squabbles please have them out. But part as good friends and meet tomorrow, for time is something we all have to borrow.