Die Hütte

I rented a room in an old ski hut

Between antlers and cuckoos
I drank well into the night
And learned how to speak right

Mosquito net hangs over my bed

Between wake and sleep
I dreamt well into the morning
And woke to a cuckoo swarm

Out of the window the slopes are empty

Between the trees and the lift
I can imagine the snow
And skiers with no where but down to go

This room and his room hold 70 years

Between his piano and mantel
He paced the ideas from his head
And thousands of ideas that slept here are now dead

In the morning I will ride to find that place

Between a graveyard and some new hotel
His hut looks over a green river valley
And my hut looks up at the peak



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Hogan
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